Do you really believe that?
"I do."

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Do you really believe that?
"I do."
Jay, Zivon's in the hospital. She OD'd, on heroin.
"I’ll fucking kill that kid…"
This is all my fault…
deductionismyarea's on the bad side of town.
Jay sat on a park bench, enjoying the sunshine as he shuffled the card deck in his hands. He savored days like this, ones with a light breeze and a bit of sunshine but where it wasn't painfully hot and he could wear his favorite shirt: a long sleeved olive green t-shirt. He wanted a cigarette, bad, but of course he didn't have any. So he did what he always did, bummed one off a stranger. He approached a young looking male he'd never seen around before.
"Hey bud, you got a smoke?"