Dirty White Boy Chapter Thirteen

Leslie is looking me in my eyes, so I know he isn’t joking. He killed her. He killed his wife. The fact makes me nervous. I would be a fool to not be nervous. But I am not afraid of him when I should be. What will stop him from killing me if he has a mind to?

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