A girl in red. On this corner. I’m talking to her. Well, she’s talking to me, fluttering in front of me. I guess itβs the suit.
“What’s a gorgeous man like you doing standing here all alone?”
I don’t reply. Well, she can’t see my eyes behind the glasses.
She doesn’t care. She’s drunk.
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I still didn’t say anything. I just drew my gun and shot Balding as he left the casino. Then I left, had breakfast, brushed my teeth. Went to bed.
She looked hurt.
Beautiful, but hurt.
She couldn’t see my eyes behind the glasses.