The city's new nights are serious, dark, and dangerous. It’s gangster black with loud business. I can’t see the yard the moon, delinquent.
I hate it here.
I require a large building. One room for the chandeliers.
Outdoors for the dogs. One is in witness protection.
I haven’t any authority here, no recognition or acknowledgement.
It’s dark. I rub the taurus 9ml.
I’m greeted by damp whispers when open the door for the dogs. Thick with confusion the voices are rabid. I draw down but my finger doesn't slide.
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