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Murder Is But A Memory

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It was a dark warehouse. The only light inside came from the rectangular windows on the front of the building. They shone two shafts of light down from the edge of the ceiling into the quiet warehouse. You could see the dust particles wafting around, playing tag with one another in the noon sunlight.

Other than the occasional rat I saw scurrying along the wall, there was no life. I wondered if I should wait here for a while longer or go back to Vic's and pound the casino chips out of him.

My gut says wait. So, I wait...

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    D.M. over 8 years ago

    liking the casino chips line!

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