Everette shakes his head, as if to clear these thoughts. He clicks the safety on the gun and stuffs it in his waistband, the cool steel pressing against his stomache. Everette lights another cigarette, puts his hands in his pockets, and walks, head down, hood up. He walks on the deserted street, the streetlights giving a faint glow. The moon looms, high and full overhead.
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