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The first thing to run through Mark's mind as the sharp point poked at his throat was Damn the politicians.
He opened his eyes and they were presented with a grimacing mouth that was more space than teeth. Inhaling what he later realized might have been his last breath, he was surprised that he hadn't smelled the guy sneaking up on him earlier.
What you doing here boy.
Damn the politicians and their daughters. Mark thought to himself again.
I was hoping to sleep, but that seemed like a stupid idea back then If you had told Mark a year ago that a wooden bench on the edge of New York's Central Park would be an upgrade of a bed, he would have looked at you funny. Damn Al Qaeda, Osama Bin Laden, and all 747's.
Damn straight it was a dumb idea. Stupider idea now. This here's my place.
I see that. I was just warming it up for you.