The Mafia And His Angel
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While walking I heard someone or something following me. I looked back and see a handsome man dressed in a black suit and he has holding his stomach in pain.
I quickly rushed to him.
"E-excuse me mister? Are you hurt?" I asked him in a panicked voice.
He looked at me in the eye then he passed out.
"He-hey!!! Mister!!"
A deep story with mystery. Can a dark and evil man finally meet his Angel? or will it cause him destruction.
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