Duncan's in 's grave
We had some mean turf wars with rival Latino and Italian gangs, and I've still got the scars to prove it: one under my left eye from some Romano's chain, and one just to the right of my right shoulder blade from some bitch who tried to give me a Harlem sunset –yup, that can happen in Detroit, too.
Home from his Morning-Task , the Swain retreats, His flock before him stepping to the fold.
He likes to listen to old-time music.
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