Daily Archives: 29/08/08

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Dogs.

Beneath the red neon halo of promise, Elmer rubbed his hands together at the prospect of murder. “He ain’t comin”, Gantry said. “Shut up,” Elmer snapped. “He’s comin’. Every morning, he shows up. Feeds the bums before the early morning rush.” “‘Early morning rush’?” Gantry