Tuesday, September 29, 2009
"You heard of Chelle?"
i looked up at the bullet pointing to my face, "we're gonna do to you what our olders did to her- and worse."
He kicked my face and as i slowly closed my eyes i could smell the scent of hot piss and sweat.
"Dese snitchin hoes never learn."
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