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I was this fuckin’ close on killin’ you. I would’ve fuckin’ owned the whole goddamn city if you would’ve kept your dumb trap closed for once in your shitty life.
You’re too good with your words, Sleuth. That’s the only reason you got this far. I’m so fuckin’ sure you talked your way into that dumb detective company or whatever they call that shit.
I hate it when you open your mouth to me. When you look me right in my own eye with your gross green ones, it makes me feel sick. The way you confidently carry yourself when I on other hand, fuckin’ scramble around with my pants pulled down to my ankles.
Everyone looks at you like you’re so fuckin’ normal while I get looked at like I fuckin’ skinned their cat in front of them. You live your life so easy while I have to fuckin’ fight for everythin’.
Next time you cross me I’ll fuckin’ slice your dumb neck and rip your spine out from your bleedin’ wounds. I would do it while everyone you know and love screams and tries to hold me back from you.
But I can’t bring myself to do it. There’s somethin’ wrong with me, even the crew is noticin’ and sayin’ I’m actin’ weird. Fuckin’ Boxcars won’t leave me alone sayin’ that ‘yer and the sleuth have a strong connection, sir.’ Like, shut the fuck up. I don’t know what he’s on but it’s nonsense.
I could’ve ended you when I had you on the fuckin’ gravel and I straddled your chest. You looked so vulnerable with you all wide eyed, Sleuth. But I let you go. I could’ve killed you and owned this city. I could’ve won. I could’ve but I can’t bring myself to do it.
You make me weak. You make me embarrassed to be near you. I fuckin’ start sweatin’ and my hands are grossly clamy.