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// random memory 2 
// Story: Thine Own Self 
// by Doctorparadox13 
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  Ok, as you all know, I'm putting all these ''random memories'' out to satisfy you, well, more chapters are in production. The biggest problem I have with writing is the dialogue, so yeah, I just have to study more. Enjoy, and also I'm writing another story in the little free time I have.

*humming ''beyond the sea''*

''Can I get a refill on my coffee please?'' A young voice said

''Sure dear.'' A female voice said

*door opening*

''Oh shit...'' Another voice said

''Hmm?''

''Grab him.'' An older voice said

*struggling*

''No please! I can get the money  tomorrow! Don't hurt me!'' A voice cried out

''Who the hell do you think you are? You're scaring all these people!'' A young voice yelled

''Grab him too!''

*More struggling*

''Whats your name kid?''

''Um... Benedict Arnold!''

''Brass knuckles.''

''What?"

''Sure thing boss.'' A gruff voice said

*Punch landing*

''Kill him.''

''No wait!''

*Gunshot*

''You killed him! In front of everyone!''

*Another punch landing*

''Do you think I'm an idiot boy?''

''You're nothing but a criminal...'' The young voice growled

''A criminal? Kid, I own this town! Now, whats your name?''

''Fuck you.''

''Punch landing*

''Whats your name!?''

''***** *******.''

*another punch landing*

'' Argh! What about the police?! Why aren't you and your thugs in jail?!''

*Yet another punch landing*

''Its simple kid, I own this town. Why can't you get it through your thick skull?''

*Coughing*

''I swear I'll-''

''You'll what kid? switchblade''

''Here ya go boss.'' The gruff voice said

*Switchblade opening*

''Let this be an example, your lucky I'm in a good mood today.''

''Fuck you!''

*Stabbing, cries of pain, body hitting the ground*

''Lets go boys, we have other business.''

*footsteps retreating*

''You motherfuckers won't get away with this!!'' The young voice called after them 

*Blood dripping*