One Day in a Small-Town Desert, chapter 3, page 9

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Zhíno’s wrist awashed him with agony.

“Tarénara-fucking shitface Kínıtíní-licked cock-sucking Zhéporé-spawn bastard.” He broke my wrist! That Zhéporé-spawn shot my Tara-fucking wrist apart. Fire raced all over Zhíno’s body and he couldn’t even feel his left hand.

Through watering eyes, Zhíno saw the older bastard walking toward him, as calm as if strolling through a park, his rifle pointed up.

That cocky Zhéporé-spawn had to die. Zhíno no longer cared if it was quick or slow.

The old man bellowed, “Get out of the auto, now!” and that was all Zhíno needed to hear.

He slammed his foot on the accelerator, aiming the Enforcer cruiser at the old Zhéporé-spawn.

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