that feel when you're walking alone @ nite in strange hood & hear switch blade
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Date: November 15th, 2017 4:06 AM Author: Maroon love of her life
Yeah, I've felt it brother. Walking home solitary from your industry toil, another night at wonder palace, the cobalt blue of midnight hanging there in the sky, stars twinklelighting your path. Then, the flick, sccchhwwweerrkk, the blade springing out across the street, cutting through your legal reverie. One, two, three of them, Albanians, and angry. They've found you. Why? Was it the drafting you did on the Tomaskn merger? The doc diligence for the ConAgra case? Your well-set style for the KidzKrew template? It doesn't matter now, does it? You set down the well-worn Targus, unslip the Edmonds. And in that minute infinitude between the moment before and the moment after, you feel the transformation taking place: your senses quickening, your core temperature rising by 15 degrees Farenheit, the hair on your thickening hide growing, twisting, curling outward. You're readyset for red action now. You love the law; would die for the law. You dive in to meet them.
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