Just saw a man take his last breath in an MFH back alley
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Date: November 16th, 2017 7:25 PM Author: Bronze shitlib locus
He was sprawled out on a heap of refuse, gnawing at a chicken bone. I approached him from the avenue and he feebly raised his arm at me, rasping some faint words I couldn't make out. As I neared closer I noticed his lightly scuffed Allen Edmonds and tailored Jos A Bank suit.
"What happened?" I inquired resignedly.
The man collapsed on his back and uttered a strained valediction.
"I...couldn't...no chance...only...300k"
It was then I saw the light go out in his eyes. I think some rats scurried out from the shadows. I gently closed the deceased's eyelids and stoically marched to my Hell's Kitchen studio.
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