Back '' 18-carat run of bad luck ''

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The wheels in Benny’s head have been turning for a
little while now, but finaly the pieces fitted togheter,
But they didn’t result into the best of news for him,
If he was correct about it now, 
”Baby, You do not happen to be a courier hired by the ‘ol man now, Do you?”
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She lets the man have his moment of silence as she picks up the shirt and looks at the hole again, neatly going about sewing it until he started talking again. Her head raises and she flipped her hair from her eyes, “M’pretty sure if I wasn’t allowed in the 38, I wouldn’t be talkin’ t’you right now ‘cause I’d be shot on sight just touchin’ the door. I’ll let your big, strong brain figure this out…” Frankie wasn’t going to say much more, wanting to be fully clothed now since it was too damn hot.

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Terror could be sighted in Benny’s eyes
after he took a better look at the woman,
“ What in the goddamn…” He muttered.
Still examing the woman’s face, Her forhead in particular,
Inspecting it on any bullet-holes.
“Talk about a big strong brain baby…”
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"You've made your last delivery kid..."

❝ Sorry you got twisted up in this scene, From where you're kneeling it must seem like an 18-carat run of bad luck. Truth is...the game was rigged from the start. ❞

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