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- ... damn, the old woman stop chatting me and give me the money ...
The young man waved his knife and tried to look threatening.
- I already told you that I don't have any, you're deaf, or you're stupid ! ? Did we tell you how much money does a library make in a neighborhood like Badangels ?
- Stop making fun of me and give me your dough, otherwise I'll slit your throat.
- Now you leave him alone where I'm having fun !
Patty glanced at me, she was surprised. The young bandit turned around. He reeked of commotion. I walked towards him.
Its blade cut through the air to hope to reach me. I ducked, controlled his arm and twisted it. He screamed and dropped his gun.
His punch hit my cheek, but I dodged again, then gave him a slap followed by an uppercut. I loosened the grip I had on his arm, he fell. He couldn't take it anymore, he cried.
- Do not stop especially, turn again, I think that will put his ideas in place, added Patty.
He stood up, hoping to stab me. I anticipated his gesture, it was slow. I nudged him in the face. His nose began to p*ss blood, he held it screaming, letting out curses.
- F*ck Pet, you're going to clean up this mess for me. See, that sh*t just p*ssed blood on my floor.
- I don't give a f**k.
Was she out of order or what? I was helping her, and she wanted me to work ?
- If you don't, I'll kill you on the spot.
- Oh yeah, go see.
Without giving me time to react, Patty took out her gun and pointed it at me. The bullet passed nearby. The piece of lead had lodged in the foot of the little bandit.
- Pet, go quickly get a bucket to clean up this mess. And you s**t if you set foot here again, I'll kill you, is that clear ?
In response, he shook his head like maracas, then made for the exit.
It was under Patty's mocking gaze that I cleaned up this s**t and finished my day job. Now the stingy was taking care of her head, rolling perforated plastic rings over her hair.
- Why are you making yourself beautiful, the old woman ?
- It's none of your business and stop talking to me if it's to call me old. I'm pointing out that I'm just twenty years older than you, and being forty doesn't mean I'm rusty, I can still beat you up.
- Yeah, always talking ...
I was sure, my laughter pissed her off. That was why she gave me my money and asks me if I shouldn't go to work.
- Wait, before you get out of bed, I would like to hear from Sandra. How is she ?
Again, the sadness washed away the joy that had settled in me. It was always unpleasant to bring up this subject.
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