Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第269/327页)

pens…”Imaginationwasfasterthanhispanion.Hereachedthemanfirst,twistedtheswithisbrainandthendidthesametotheteen-ager.Andloandbehold,amiraclehappehemanloweredhisraisedfistandsmilinglyhelpedtheyoungboytogetup,saying,

    “….sorry…sorry…lilbro…SorryIthrewyouontheground.Youhurt?”

    “…Myfault,bro”saidtheteen-agerjumpingupfromtheground.“Allmyfault.Didoboostyourwallet…Don’tbmeyouforbein’angry…Iwaswrong,bigbro,pleasefiveme…”Takingthewalletfromhispocket,hehaothemanwithbothhands.Themanpushedtheboy’shandsawaysaying,

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    “No,no…Youneedmoney,soyoupickmypocket.Bigdeal...Youtookityoukeepit.Lilbro,keepthedough.Don’tmakemelookbad.”Theteen-agerdidnotlistentotheman’swordsbutforcefullytuckedthewalletinsidehispocketsaying,

    “Bigbro,Itooktheroll.Letmereturnit…imeIneedmoneyIwilletoyou.How’sthat?imeyougivememoney,Iwilltakeit,nomatterhowmuchyougiveme…”Themiddle-agedmantookthewalletoutofhispocketandstuffeditbacktotheteen-ager’shandssaying,

    “…lilbrother…Idon’tmindtellingyouthiswalletain’tmine.Ipickeditoutofsomeone’spocket…Wemeet,webrawl,webeebrothers.Thisismypresenttoyouok?”Theteen-agerssawthatthemanreallymeantwhathesaidandthatheseemedtohavemadeuphismindaboutnottakingthewalletback,sohesaid,

    “Bigbro,you’rereallygreat.Whatyousaygivingthiswalletback?That‘seveerright?”Themiddle-agedman’seyeslightedupandhesaid,

    “Yes,yes.Yhtlilbrother.Let’sgiveitback.Ipickedthepocketofagentatthebusstatiostillbelookingforit…”WhenDimitrisawtheclusiontothislittleinterlude;heughedaloudandsaid,

    “That’sjustgreat!Ihoughtthatitwouldworkthiswell!”Turningtohistwoloyalservantswhowerestandingintheairohimhesaid,“Creativity,pleasegotothecrowdedbusstationandtwisttheswiteveryone’sbrai’sseeiftheywillbeepoliteandcivilized…”CreativityimmediatelyflewtowardstheillingaroundtheGreyhoundbusterminal.

    Justasthetwonewlyacquaintedbrotherswerecrossireetandgoingtowardsthebusterminal,multiplegunshotssouheair.Gunshotswerenorareeventintheseparts,butbecauseitwasbroaddaylight,theywerestillcauseforarseemedthattwogunmenwereengagedinagunbattle.Amaninabckjackettotteredontothestreetfromthebusstatiosideofhisbodycoveredwithblood.Heranohinghard,stoppingnowaoshootatsomeonebehindhistrong,sturdymaninaredjacketcamerunningwithaguninhishandandohemaninthebckjackettookanothershotathim.Themaninbcktwasalreadybloodyandwoundedandthisadditionalbulletfinallydidhimin.Faintfromlossofblood,hedroppeddowntotheground.Themaninredranuptohisvictim,kickedawaytheguninhishandandbrutallybootedhiswoundedleftsidecausinghimtomoaninpain.Hesauntinglyatthemanonthegroundsaying,

    “Stillbreathingeh,yousonofabitch?Youwannatramponmyturfandrapemywoman?I’lliceyougood,shootyourbrainsoutayoudieamessydeath…”Themaninbckclosedhiseyesandthoughttohimself,

    “Thisisitforme.There’snowayIgetoutofthisalive.SomanytimesIhavecheateddeathbytheskinofmyteeth,buttodayIhavemetmymatch.There’ssomuchbadvibesbetweenhimandIthathewillmelivetoday.Iwaokillhim,butdidn’tknowthatitilldieunderhisrod…Itisfate…”Themaninredointinghisgunattheheadofthemaninthe