Book3:WereMyDreamIs

htandtrytokilleachother?Whyallthisbloodshed?Wefightoverturfandpower.Youwantmyturf,takeit.Youwantmywoman,takeher…Bro,don’tdie…,hangonthere.I’llcall911…theywillsaveyou…don’tdieonme,youhear?”Themaookouthiscellphoneandwasabouttodialforhelp,whenthemaninbckactuallyusedhisownhandtohelphimselfsituponthegroundandsaid,

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    “Noneed.Look,Iamfihefactofthematterwas,Imaginationhadalsotwistedtheswitthebrainofthemaninbckaswell.Hisformernemesiswatchedinfasationashisvictimpriedthebulletsonebyonefromthebackofhisbodywithhisfingersandthrewthemontheground.Heraisedhiseyestothemaninredandsaid,“Iwasreallycrazytostepontoyourturfandrapeyourwoman.DidnotknowthatshewasyourwifeorIwunnado.EvenIsavvytheruleafriend’s