You can't take away what you've given away Vince was the price of the killing We were just playing
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Vince looked through his window to see if anyone's stolen anything until he felt sharp pain jab in his jugular, vision goes black as the cold blade pierced his jugular, a warm surge of blood spilling from his gaping wound. He falls to the concrete, his arms pressed against the concrete, attempting to stifle the gurgle that rises in his throat.
His body trembles as he struggles to draw breath into his lungs, the hole in his throat making it physically impossible. He tries to speak, to curse but all that came out in a gurgled whimper.
Vince's chest heaved as he tries to speak, his voice barely audible through his gurgled noises or the blood pumping out of his throat. "F-Fuck you." He managed to say before his eyes close and his body goes still.
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