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“ Is this the man, sir? “ Identification room. Cigarette butts and dried perspiration. Cheng, when he was well enough to walk, identified Trevor as the shooter. Said he tried to jump the place Cheng worked at, even brought tools for the vault. It seemed too simple, It’s not like that, I just knew it. [...]

Part 5 here. Or you could click ‘It’s no generation’ under ‘stories’ on the nav bar >> – Tuesday came, but not him. She stood in the rain, looking around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the boy. He never turned up. She felt like crying, but for some reason, she didn’t. The girl with [...]

” No sir, our company doesn’t allow that. ” , his voice shaky, ” Yes sir, you’re going to have to fill out another form before we can carry out the order.“ It wasn’t so much of asking for a punch, but he got it anyway. The brutes in this neighbourhood hated routines and ‘systems’ [...]

Part 3 here , then again, just scroll down you lazy goof. – The girl with with a nose piercing and three earrings on one ear watched him intently as he flipped the pages of his book. He was so engrossed with the book, he didn’t notice his cola was slowly painting little brown dots [...]

Part 1 here. – Well maybe in some other neighborhood, or in the suburbs, or in Africa, just maybe, out there, there’s this other poor black kid starving who resorts to underhand methods to survive. That’s not Trevor. He had a good home, well-to-do family and was doing great in school, which really isn’t easy [...]