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Johnny Walker stood in the middle of the street like the heat didn't bother him and bullets couldn't touch him. Like there wasn't a cop dying at his feet.
Like America needed somebody to mythologize, then tear to shreds.
Eugene didn’t know what the devil looked like, but the man had as good a face as any for the role.
There was no god left in Chanlarivyè, and even if there were, he didn't deserve any of its attention,
