The WindowHere I was again sitting in Phillies, the hang out for the lowlifes of this town. Everything was the same as usual, the smell of coffee and apple pies filled the air, Al stood there as usual in his white overalls, his menacing yet enigmatic eyes glaring at me. Yet something felt wrong, different somehow.The Window
The man next to me stared at me, a long hard piercing stare, it must have only been a few seconds but I picked up on a few details, his torn shirt, his bloody nose, a small red stain on his left arm, and a small metallic object in his shirt pocket. I glanced over at the couple in the corner the woman was a mess, u
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