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the boy watched the blue shirts inside the diner. shorty and tall are preoccupied, eating burgers, laughing. the boy hopes they choke. the boy hopes the cook spat in their food.
august sneaks from cover of night, knife clenched within little fingers. his blade pierces two tires. it’s coordinated work. a balaclava obscures his face. (safety first. it is a cop cruiser, after all.)
















