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John kept looking through the window, thinking about how much trouble he got his self into in his past. His own family disowning him, his father beating his mother to a point, where she almost died. John lost it that night the memory's that flowed around in his head like record video. He almost killed his own father.

"Sometimes that's old news, Maybe I'll check into this killer business, and figure it out.." He looked over too his family's picture, talking to it like they were with him giving him the face. They always did when he fucked up. John turned on his heels placing a hand on his head sliding the hair to the side. He'd walk over to the counter grabbing his keys, and his wallet. He'd place the wallet in his back pocket, then the keys in his side pocket. Once done, John walked over to the door grabbing his coat. He'd put it on, taking the sun glasses out from the pockets of the coat, and placing them over eye's.

John opened the door then stepped out, closed the door, and locked it behind Him. Then walked off into the the streets of Fairway.