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Johnny B part 4 of 4

now, I lean on another young ho shack running down my pedigree. when we heard a tremendous thunder that shook the door under, and I wonder who   would that be. Just than a policeman walked in with an great big grin fixed in a deadly expression want to know, your name johnny, pimping johnny? hurry up and sign this confession. "that him" she cried, swinging her arm in a deadly glee. that the dirty son of a  gun with that con man pitch that made a stinking whore out of me. Just than, a deadly blow knock me to the floor, and I fell in a black repose, when I awoke, my jaw was broke and blood all over my clothes. And that the tale I tell from my prison cell sitting here on my bed. murder one, an possession of a gun, and , yeah, I shot that stinking whore and her white lover cop dead.

Copyright © Ronald Campbell

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