Mike was in a mood today. He'd woken up without his pistol under his pillow, and spent a half hour searching his apartment for it. He'd finally given up and come in to work, only to find it on the shelf underneath the cash register where he normally kept the loaded shotgun. Who knew where that had gone. "Oh, fuck me, I'm gettin' old," he
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