a cure for the common block

Fresh Bones

Stone took the pack and matches out of his pocket and set them on the table before
he took his seat. He surveyed the park and wondered where Ally was hiding. He took
the last cigarette out of the pack, smirking at the symbolism as he placed it
between his lips, and struck the match against the box; first strike didn’t go, but
the second strike lit the beautiful flame. He knew this Hit would inflate Ally’s
ego, but it was a preferable fate to what the Tory Brothers would do to him. Stone
saw the silhouette of a figure in the dense shrubbery at his 9 o’clock, and his
final thought before getting plugged was respect to Ally for not taking him from

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