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Doman

作者: Ade writes
last update 最終更新日: 2025-12-03 00:47:22

Doman’s POV

The smell of gasoline and cheap tobacco clung to the cracked sidewalks of the hood as I stepped out of my car. It had been years since I set foot here. Eyes followed me from doorways, some curious, some suspicious.

“Hey, man. What’s up? We haven’t seen you in the hood for some time. Fill me in.” Michael, my oldest friend, ambled over with his familiar swagger, his grin wide.

I forced a smile that felt more like a mask. “I’ve been busy with some things. Very important things. It’s good to see you though.”

His face lit up as he handed me a cigar. I held up a palm. “I don’t really do this anymore since I came back from prison. It’s bad for the health. You should stop too.”

Michael’s grin faltered into a frown. “When did you become good? Nah, don’t preach to me, Doman. You’re always a bad person. That’s who you are. Nothing can change that.”

My fists curled so tight my nails bit my palms. His words buzzed in my skull like hornets, but I forced myself to swallow the rage. “Take
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