FratelloThe flashing lights were not helping his headache; neither were his mother’s high pitched shrieks that were a mixture of tear-filled babble and being just for show. Every one in the neighborhood had peeped between the shades of their homes at least once since the ambulance screamed up to the curb–Beniamino had sat there and watched.Fratello
Another police car slowly creeped its way into the drive--bringing the total number up to three. He could hear his mother sobbing as the police officer opened the door and let himself in. No doubt Giovanni will raise his voice about all of this after they all left. Benny just hoped that he
A Little Father and Son TimeThe rain was pissing him off. It was getting in his eyes, sliding down the bridge of his nose and hanging on the tip until it decided to break free just to plunge downward and get soaked into the mud. In books, rain was supposed to symbolize cleansing and all that shit, but this was just downright damn depressing. He could’ve been dry and sleeping the weather off, but no, his father decided to make him join in. “Beniamino, make yourself worth something.” The young man looked up from watching the water splash into a puddle at his feet as he heard his name. He just nodded as his empty hand was filled with the cold heavy metalA Little Father and Son Time
Cause Chessy told me to.
Much appreciated.
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I like my soul on text. I love your soul on toast.
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What the heck is a retroactive signature?
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Life is to short to waste on stupid people eat a cupcake and shut up!
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