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God help us, help us lose our minds

  1 month earlier     The bell above the door at Sam's quick stop corner store chimed as Eugene came in from the 90 degree heat  outside in search of a cold beverage, lottery tickets and some rolling papers. It was just after 1:30 in the afternoon and he'd told Jamal to meet him at the war memorial in Fullman Park at 2, he had a job for him.     He walked around to the beer cooler where Sam sold singles and extracted an ice cold 22 ounce bottle  of malt liquor from it and headed to the register, where the owner, Sam himself was working it. 'My lord, look what the cat dragged in!' Sam said as Eugene put the cold 22 on the counter. Eugene smiled, he liked Sam, he'd known him since he'd had his own corner store a decade earlier.     'Yup, I'm still alive, Sam, if you can believe it. Man, I can't believe you still running this fucking place, it always gave me a headache, trying to get any good workers who won't steal for you, dealing with the...
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He's gone

      'Hi, you've reached Autumn, I can't come to the phone right now but if you leave a message ill call you back as soon as I can, bye.' Dan Murphy took a deep breath, counted slowly to ten, and told himself there was a perfectly reasonable explanation for his girlfriend not answering his calls or responding to his texts, one that didn't involve her running off with his bag of money.     He closed his flip phone and put it slowly down on the coffee table. He'd broken too many of them in moments like this. He'd taken anger management in  prison, voluntarily. His rage, combined with his habit of drinking to excess and taking exactly no shit from anyone had landed him there, so he'd figured maybe it would do him good, after all you needed something to do in there.         He  found that the techniques he learned helped, but sometimes he felt like all it did was push the anger down, deep inside him, where it would sometimes emerg...
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