If the feeling hits you, you go ahead and do it, and if there's a price for doing what you did, then you run from it with the swiftness of wings and hope it doesn't catch up with you. And if it does catch up with you, someday, as it usually does, then you lie your ass off and swear it wasn't you.
Nine Kinds of Pain
Leonard Fritz
2011
New Pulp Press
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Friends of Eddie Coyle
1973
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