book 2 chapter 8

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After antonio was able to get them to calm down a little bit , all the young men of the trap house seemed to look to him for instructions. Although he wasn't the oldest In the house, he definitely had the strongest mind of the group, as well as a heart like no other. Although life had delt him a life which most would have been left bitter and hateful. He was just left with a sense of loneliness and questioning. When he saw others going through similar situations, he felt a deep sense of empathy, cause he had been there to. Now he had grown that same feel for each and every member of the household, and he would do anything he could to help them. Even if it meant stepping up to take charge of the situation. " Listen up", he said loudly. This is how we are gonna handle this. Nobody is going to call the cops. We all know that puppet didn't have any family besides the people here in this room. If we call the cops , they are gonna take puppets body and hold it for days until they realize that there is no next of kin. Then they will deem him indigent with nobody to claim him ,and therefore place him in a mass cremation. Sad thing being we won't even get to have his ashes." He paused for a few moments to let this sink in. "So we wouldn't get to have a funeral for him?" One of the boys named Capone asked. " No not even that either." Antonio replied. "So what are we gonna do?" another one by the name of lil chewy asked. "Well first I want a couple of u guys to grab a shovel and start digging the grave. And while they are doing that I want a couple more of u guys to clean up in here. I want it spic and span, clean enough to pass one of puppets inspections. When all that is done, someone come find me. I'll be in puppets room." He informed them. One by one the boys got up and followed his demands.
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