Eyeball Soup Anyone?
By neekswrite on November 02, 2011
Doll, stars, blind.
Carmine was casing the house he planned to hit next. It might sound cliché but it was necessary if you intended to do a job and get away clean. So far everything he had seen pointed to an incredibly easy robbery. The woman who lived here (alone no less) was blind. Cut the phone lines and it couldn’t get any easier than this. She would have no way to call for help. This was going to be obnoxiously easy and if there’s anything Carmine liked, it was a smooth job. He had done his homework.
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