This was, actually and truthfully, not the worst weekend sheâd ever had. Hovering on the edge of life and death, tied, bound and separated from her phone, in a surprisingly lush chair? One solid boot away from becoming street pizza, extra chicken, extra sauce, hold the little pizza table to keep it from being a mess in the box!Â
Sheâs in a rough spot, sobbing, and snotting, and ruining the make-up sheâd put on BEFORE she got black-bagged... but all in all, itâs not absolutely DREADFUL!
 Making acquaintances in the Criminal Underground of New Jersey was always a strange experience. Some had nightclubs you could dance in, others had sewers you could wade through... and some where of a more old school gangster aesthetic. It was the gangsters that you needed to make an appointment with, and those appointments sure did vary in terms of availability.
   âHe- He wouldnât! I swear, heâll get you what you want!â She was his little princess, after all. Besides, with the ârevolving doorâ prison system problem inherent in the country? Even a Superior Judge knew that the easy way out was to open the coffers.
   âVe- Ver... N- No?â Of course, she had. Film nerds loved to praise the film. Rightfully so, in some cases. A woman pretending to be someone else. A shadowy figure wielding death with their appearance. A fall of Dumptyan proportions... Oh, she understood where he was coming from. Clever. âI know the... the U2 song?â
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