He shook his head, and it must have been too vigorous, because he winced. Look, Blake, take some advice from someone who's been doing this longer than you have. That bit of metaphysical bravado on the dance floor would have all sorts of consequences later tonight. He must have woken before we did and dragged himself down to his coffin.
Me, because I felt like shit. Decapitation was nice, but spilling the brains all over the grass works, too. His face was angry, defiant. Had I been so worried about the fist that I'd let Primo choke the man to death?Jean-Claude's voice breathed through my head.
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