The Kid: A Countersink Scene

The kid. The mother. The father, newly deceased. No skin off my nose. No sirree. No skin at all. He didn’t have skin anymore. No, no, no, not at all. Had torn it all off, didn’t he? Yes, he did. Not my fault. Supposed to bring the kid and the mother to Koichi—excuse me, Mr.... Continue Reading →

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