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 it’s 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.