Vigil

Vigil

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Tue, May 12, 201514m
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John heard it in their voices then. The mock and disgust fueled by steady drink had been replaced by hatred- calm, cool hatred and intent. His heart pounded and the blood throbbed loud in his ears. His stomach turned and he felt sick. Something was going to happen. The jukebox renewed it's expulsion of roadhouse rock and John strained to listen while keeping his eyes on the red straw in his glass.
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