The man laid motionless on the ground ,dead he seemed .His head rested on the thighs of the woman dressed in brown ,his lover .Blood oazed onto the lady's gown ,he coughed and caughed you could feel the pain in his throught.

Around stood men about ten or more ,one could not estimate .Their knuckles reaked blood of the man .This weren't people but a pack of wolves.

One of the men bends over and holds the head of the injured man and asks,
“To where did those you call your friends go?"
Mastering all his courage and strength ,he spat blood onto the mans face.
“I AIN'T NO SNITCH!”


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