So I went to his flat, well my flat, I poured myself a strong whisky and then re-arranged the place, I stuck the sofa so it was facing the door, so I couldn't be surprised, I Set up the TV infront of the sofa. I searched the kitchen and knocked myself up a meal. I sat infront of the TV watching some awful detective movie. I layed my beretta on the table and I then drew my revolver, I started to clean it and and polish it I looked along the sight of the gun, just as the door opened...
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