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October 13, 2017

One Last Job

It had been a long time since anyone has visited. The light hanging from the ceiling flickered, barely illuminating the room. His old partner had come. He was here interrupting his retirement, though the retirement wasn't that great. It was one last job. I he did it things would be set, but he'd left that life for a reason.

Still, he would cockadoodle do it, as a favor to his old partner

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