A lonely young women's life changes the very
night of Murray Franklin's murder, on live television and it is a change that her heart will never forget. When she spots a man passed out and bloody, in an alley, that same night and even when she sees...
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Chapter 36: The Dark Cloud and The Dark Angel 🖤
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Suddenly, Arthur realized he had to urinate very badly, but he had some trouble walking for a bit, right after he practically slid off of the stool. He felt awkward when he walked, but he was okay. When he made it to the men's room and walked in, it was empty and the fluorescent light above his head flickered and it reminded him of unforgettably glorious night that he shot those three wastes of space on that subway train. He remembered how he heard darkly, triumphant music play in his mind as he danced slowly. The night his suppressed self finally stepped into the spot light.
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He walked over to a urinal, unzipped his fly and sighed in relief as he emptied his full bladder. When he was done he zipped it back up and turned around to walk over to the sink, but the floor was wet and he slipped forward, banging his forehead on the front of the sink. He held his head in his hands and groaned, "Fuck!" His head was already banged up enough and he was drunk to top it off.
