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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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The glimmer in his eye was caught and she stopped the needle and thread. The bullethole was covered with her hair, a white dotted line due to how well the Goodsprings doctor that helped her.  Maybe it was just the heat or lack of fucks to give that Frankie didn’t recognize him. Then again, her memory was shitty in the first place.

“…Y’look like you’ve seen a ghost…”

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To his suprise, it seemed as if she didn’t know what he was talking about,
But it had to be her, He was sure of it.
Did the whole thing even happen?
A quick hand reached into the inside of his checkered jacket, 
Just to check if there was a chip there,
Which to Benny’s relief, was, 
” Baby, I am seeing ghosts–… But don’t worry about it pussycat.“ 
There would be no problem at all if she didn’t know.

 

"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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