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Caden
AN HOUR LATER, we pulled into the driveway of my old man’s house, which I’d inherited after lung cancer did him in. It was a two-story home, built in the sixties, and in pretty rough shape. I’d been renovating it for the last year, but still had a lot of work ahead of me if I were to turn a profit. He’d smoked like a chimney and had let the place go to pot. My plan involved fixing it up and hopefully selling it by the following spring. The neighborhood we were living in was pretty shitty, especially for raising a young kid. Nobody messed with me, because they were afraid of the Gold Vipers, but I didn’t trust them around my niece. There were some shady fuckers living too close for comfort.
As we pulled up into the driveway, I noticed a familiar Hog parked next to the garage.
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