Sometimes Mitch envied the junkies because they didn’t get hungry like the drunks did.
His envy was being shoved out of his head by the white-hot rush of his crime in, that gambler’s high Mitch had been born with, along with the boozelust.
He noted that the rear door of the truck made a whining noise as he pulled it open, but the noise wasn’t an issue, a…
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