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“Fisher’s business”

“What make you think I’ll answer?”

“Because I asked nicely” When Little D stood up, he towered over Narsh

Narsh narrowed his eyes and snorted “Ast nicely You funny, big er you are, the harder you fall, mutherfucker”

“Just have a seat,” Little D said The voice of reason “And talk to us”

“Fuck you” Narsh started to walk off Little D grabbed his shoulder and Narsh swung at hiht on his feet for a big guy He blocked the punch with his arain with his left, but ain with his right Little D sidestepped the punch, grabbed Narsh, and flipped him onto the floor

Narsh lay there, shaking his head and looking like he didn’t knohat hit hi the word “love” out to four syllables

“Well done,” I murmured

“Tai chi,” Little D replied He offered his hand to Narsh “Ready to talk now?” he asked

“Sure, sure,” Narsh said He scrambled into a crouch As he rose, I saw him reach into his jacket pocket

“D—” I said But Little D had seen the rabbed Narsh’s wrist, twisted his arun thudded to the floor

“Mutherfucker!” Narsh arched backward, his face contorted in pain “Let o!”

“If you’re ready to talk”

“Okay, okay Shit”

Little D let go Narsh rubbed his wrist and glared