he came in like he knew the place

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the kind of guy you kind of watch out for cause he was

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too nice

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to be in this part of town.

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he had on scrubs under his coat

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or maybe it was something different because his pants

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they were like

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some kind of tactical bullshit, like he was just traveling around

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looking for trouble. 

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maybe trouble found him because when he rolled up his sleeves

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he had mangled fingers and a lot

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of scars, some seriously fucked up ink.

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he poured some jack and coke but

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it might've just been coke.

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maybe it was just jack, though. i don't pay attention good.

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his eyes were bluer than the sea and 

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they had a lot more hurt.

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