Abraxas
Anton and I are put in the same holding cell waiting to be booked. “Let them get you?” I ask. “You’re getting sloppy. Are you getting old?” I touch my cheek, afraid I may be undergoing the same transformation.
He laughs, never stops smiling, and says, “Don’t mistake intention for sloppiness. It’s all a little too obvious, Abraxas. I’m disappointed you haven't figured it out yet.”
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He laughs, never stops smiling, and says, “Don’t mistake intention for sloppiness. It’s all a little too obvious, Abraxas. I’m disappointed you haven't figured it out yet.”
Go to Chapter 6
Print is better. Buy the book here.
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