Alberto's by Todd Morr
Alberto’s by Todd Morr
“Dude, we always go to Alberto’s after.”
Alberto’s was south. Steve kept driving north.
Steve adjusted the rearview mirror so he could see Brandon in the back seat. Brandon was still holding his ear to the side of his head as if holding it in place long enough would re-attach it. He had his other hand over the hole in his stomach. Steve figured if he was dead his hands would drop. Other…
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