The carton of expired milk hit the garbage can, and Damian Carle cursed himself, remembering it was Wednesday and garbage day wasn’t til Thursday. The chunky white shit was just gonna smell worse.
He stood, and when he reached the apex of his stand he heard a single gunshot.
Had to be next door.
Had to be.
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