

LoiresThe meeting was set for nine at the Speak Easy in uptown's old business district. Fred stopped in the other night to have a drink like he did most nights, but this night, he'd be doing it with Iris. Fred capped on his decade old hat. The felt was faded sangria and the rim was marked with a triangular slit. If he was a couple inches closer, the cut would've been through his face. He shrugged the straps of his gun holster over his shoulders and clipped the hooks to his belt loops. Fred grabbed the two PT1911's from the coffee table, checked the safeties were off (although he nevLoires
I'm not sure why that'd be in your history, but I found the original file on my computer and it appears to be a screenshot of a glitch on a website a friend used to run. It doesn't even exist anymore. Weird.
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