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CROIX I walked into the house with bloody knuckles and my sawed off shotgun. Josiah is kneeling against the sink, a lollipop in his mouth and Elijah is on the counter, with a meatball in his hand looking at me all sheepishly. I stare them both down then drop the shot gun on the table making Elijah jump in his seat. “f**k, dude.” Elijah laughs, throwing a baggie towards me. “Your stuff.” He clarifies. Josiah narrowed his eyes on me while he bit in the straw. I could tell he wanted to question me about my whereabouts but nobody dared to. That’s the best thing about them both. They are reliable, never questions and do anything I say, do what they need to do and leave it at that. “You will be compensated.” I took a small part and put it in my pocket. “On the house.” Elijah offers, sitt
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