The bar door swung open. Fisk immediately knew it was Leonard. They had been best friends since ninth grade, remained best friends in college even after the potato chip heir had t-boned them drunk, stayed best friends while they were rehabbing their injuries, won the lawsuit, drifted apart.
Leonard had upgraded to a more modern prosthetic.
Fisk had downgr…
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