It was easy to shove the kid up against the wall, his hand still on his neck, turning him around roughly so that they were face to face. He was good looking, younger than Joe had originally thought, but it didn't matter. Blood was blood, no matter who it came from.
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Date: 2007-10-14 12:28 am (UTC)