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Bourbon On The Rocks #231

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Harrigan must’ve found a knife somewhere. Any port in a storm, as they say. The two of us had a lot of experience with using whatever we had at our disposal to stay alive.

I realized how much of my adult life I had spent either taking someone else’s life or trying to save my own. It was a sobering epiphany.

But a philosophical analysis of my existence would have to wait for another day. Cal and Striker still had to be dealt with. I gripped the pistol I’d gotten from Diamond’s goon and kept moving slowly through the shadows…

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    Christopher almost 5 years ago

    No, he'll have time to ruminate on it after all the shooting is done.

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