I Want You To Close Your Eyes And Count Backwards From Ten

Didn’t I? I deserved to die. Ten shots fired and one passed through my black heart. Nine news networks. Eight cops. Seven miles. Six feet under. Five days in the dark trunk of a sedan. Four knots that I learned in scouts. Three ropes tied tightly. Two holes. One bag.

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