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The rain dripped down like the tears of a jilted lover, pooling in the cracked asphalt of Grizzly Street. I leaned against the damp brick wall, my trench coat blending in with the shadows—except for my snout, which had a habit of poking out like a sore thumb in this concrete jungle. The city had its secrets, and I was just a wolf in a world full of sheep trying to sniff them out. I lit a Lucky Strike, the smoke curling up into the night air, mixing with the scents of wet pavement and something more sinister lurking just around the corner. I could darn and feel something, shadows creepin up on the walls.. well.. this job ain't a peaceful one is it?


A twitter comm for WorriedLizard!