He is sitting on a
black leather couch
listening to Frank Sinatra in a
black fitted suit
sipping a martini
halfway full.
there's a
black leather case
with golden-colored rivets.
a three set combination of zero through nine,
sitting by his side.
There's a heavy knock at his door.
he ignores it for a while.
you bitch! go away!
I know you're in there you god-damned bastard!
If you don't open this door I'm going to break it open!
he walks up to the door and opens it.
what the fuck do you want?
give me the suitcase.
it dosen't belong to you, it's not yours.
the suitcase is mine.
what's inside, what's inside!
give me what's inside!
she pulls out a gun.
he laughs.
that gun, it looks more fitting for a woman.
you know much about guns?
no, but I know a little about woman.
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