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8/8/2025, 5:12:30 AM
>Three bullets, two suspects, one truth buried deeper than hoffa. The case file read like a suicide note written by the city itself. I poured another whiskey and let it argue with my ulcer while the radiator clanged out a funeral dirge in B-flat. Tomorrow I'd wake up and pretend justice still meant something. Tonight, I'd drink to forget that it didn't.
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