They thought they could threaten some of the shops working with the Celestial. I made sure they won't be thinking anymore. [ He doesn't shy away from saying he killed those boys and girls in their own fucking office, that he made an example out of them more than he would've a different gang, operating on different turf. Work is work, and they made theirs by picking the wrong side to fuck with. ]
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And? What about you? Awfully late.
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[so, it's death that clings to him, in all its stains and quiet finality.]
...Sometimes recollection does better in the fresh air. It helps put thoughts in order.