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    Q.T.:Guns and Knives:.1


    It was late, to cold for me to venture out. My dowdy friend looked out the frosted window. The craze look in my eyes only get worse as I clean out my gun, she turns from the window to look at me, not in a pleasant way either.


    Shane: What, She blows out a breath.
    Moira: You cant be serious; its too fucking cold for this.

     

    Shane: its are job, we dont finish it we dont eat, understand? The loud clicking sound came from her opening her gun, five bullets, they do the trick.

     

    Moira: You always say that-,
    Shane: And usually are gone by ten. I quiet my voice, nearly forgetting that my friend was asleep on the couch.
    Moira: Okay, umits just cold-.
    Shane: Bring a damn jacket. I slide the full chamber back into place and put my gun inside my jacket. She grabbed her coat, the moment of our lives was on the table again. Ten million grand Moira couldnt help but to want to count it, Its all their, after this, we can sit back. Even go on vacation. I step outside and wait for her, counting down the time we have to do this, and at the same time, stifling a yawn.

     

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    –Alice–
    Hes making you do what!
    Al: Trying to, Im breaking it off as soon as I see him again. Alice, a well known person, age twenty-six, smokes, pot as well. She talks a lot, too much for my taste. She andI guess her friend chatted away at one of the stores inside the mall. I write my notes about her and keep them remember zed, my cell goes off, the name blinking Candy Ass.


    Yeah.


    CA: Bette where are you?


    B: Looking straight at the supposedly Princess.

     Bette hides her eyes with her shades, her life was always getting in the way of her job. Her hands clenched the phone as the person on the other end broke the news, Damnokay I got it. She flipped her phone shut as a voice comes threw on the intercom, advising Bette that shed better get her job done quickly.

     

    She laid her head on the counter beside the cash register, the store music suddenly became annoying,

     

     Five minutes to quitting time, She thought, then remembered about the other job she seriously needed to do. Alice and her friend, after hours of shopping, decided to end Bettes torture.

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