Candy-Slice had succumbed to death at the hands of Lil' Jimmy, the hands that had once cradled her in moments of weakness. Although her death was an obscured blankness, Jimmy wore the gloves of horrific guilt in it's rawest form. Why had she told Ken-Rex of her where-a-bouts? She'd seemed impressed that he was coming to reclaim her, it had triggered Jimmy's uncontrollable rage.
When Ken-Rex's black Lincoln came upon the back road to Jimmy's trailer, cold fear froze him in his tracks. It was like one of those dreams when your legs where made of lead, and lead was coming for Lil' Jimmy delivered by way of a hand gun.
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