I'm trying to figure out how that story could be made boring... if it were deliberate. If it were an accident then possibly. Even if it droned on for 50 pages, the suspense would still be there lurking in the shadows.
Eye'd been twitchy all night, there was going to be trouble... I could feel it... the two shots of bourbon in my belly had just caught up with the other four. That's when I saw her, looking down her long nose at me. A beauty forged by a master Craftsman. Fortified with liquid nerve I approached, I could tell at a glance she was iron willed and cold as steel. I was undaunted, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. There was no stopping me.
It had been a while since I'd been on the job, but I was fairly sure I could manage well enough. There was a struggle at first, she didn't want to cooperate. I tightened my grip. Fairly certain I had everything under control, I pulled her toward me hard... then blackness.
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