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Gangster 55: And you, Mr. Freddie Mays, you had to go swimming in her eyes. Dancing in her hair. You had to slip into her mouth, slide over her tongue. Fall down her throat, deep down into her belly. Right into her blood. You had to fall asleep wrapped around her beautiful, beating heart.
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Eddie Miller: [Young Gangster puts an axe on the table] What's that?
Young Gangster: That? That's my favourite axe, Eddie.
Arthur Nightingale
Extended Reading
