Paying debts with the silencer pressed against the hearts tender texture faking the phunk trying to be tougher than the steel flush digging in to the texture flexing n forced inward towards the surveillance suggesting shit just got real. The boom is the last thing I'd never remember without a zoom scoped to score another fatal pop busting the looping bubble oozing out the other end of proof life no longer remains. Cocked n fucked in the head ready for the shock wave to blow out the backside of the sweet spot under the bullets aim out in the open, unlocked. Paid in full
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