Jimmy takes a long drag, contemplates what Capochin just told him. And suddenly what he has to say doesn't seem so bad. He exhales, giving a light shrug as he does, his fingers that are gripping onto his cigarette feeling chilled to the bone.
"Murder-suicide." He says numbly, letting the cold nip at his face.
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"Murder-suicide." He says numbly, letting the cold nip at his face.