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... window, tossing the same few derogatory words back and forth, but Mark seemed to have systematically learned how to curse, spitting out obscenities with an especially filthy tongue.
The fatso couldn’t take the insults any longer, failing to outswear Mark, he turned and huffed his way into the house. When he came back out, he had something black and heavy in his hand.
Mark saw the fatso emerge with a Remington M870 shotgun and felt a chill run down his spine; he floored the gas pe ...
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