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Johntime, the traffic was not all that bad The hordes of vacationerstheht happily As he walked briskly to the back door of his office, he still could not shake the urge to look over his shoulder for a quick glance at the hotel down the beach He dreaded that he would end up like those war veterans who suffered lifelong unned down in coe ear down and sooner or later he would forget about it

He unlocked the back door and kicked it open with his foot With Taht be a little different No so et ugly should they part ways He dropped the box he had been carrying on the floor beside the door and out of habit, flipped on the light And out of another habit, he looked down at the answering es

As he s back up to the way they were, the wheels turned in his et better, he told hi to actively work on his music and his business would finally be successful At other ti close to success and then subconsciously sabotaging himself A new and improved John was needed The truth, he really wanted to show Taiven the chance And it would not hurt if Joyce found out about so settled back in, John," a ht his head up fro in his doorway He held a black, snub-nosed Smith and Wesson in his hand pointed at John

"Don't look so shocked, John You kneouldn't just walk away froht there And don't even go for a weapon I was in here last night and checked all the drawers in your desk It's clean" He s sot lanced out of the open doorway "Pretty ," he coed my bullet"