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- I need to make money somehow..
- He's left speechless. He feels bad for his wife, but someone must work in order to thrive in the cruel world they live in. He’s trying his best to talk it out but there’s no point. He knows argument won’t change anything for the best of either one of them
- You don't make time for me, ever!
- He’s left dazed in the middle of their palatial penthouse as his wife dodders into their room, masked by tears. As much as he would love to go comfort her, he has somewhere to be later tonight.
- He stealthily paces toward the phone booth as he connives how he will deal with his next target. He doesn’t really like his job, but just the benefits he could reap are enough to make him kill anyone. His heart pounds faster as he slowly pushes each rusty button, making sure that he’s dialing the right number.
- walking hastily to phonebooth
- The silence of the cramped booth is disrupted by an ominous voice that resonates from the speakers of the phone. His ears were sated for a moment when he heard “fifteen-thousand,” but was flabbergasted when he realized that he had to kill the love of his life.
- $15,000, your wife.
- I don't know if I can do this..
- Trying to hold himself together with the little bit of mental stamina left the hitman struggling to find midground of whether to follow along with the biggest burden of his career. With reverence for his job, he makes the executive decision and puts the assignment aside for now.
- Trying to hold himself together with the little bit of mental stamina left the hitman struggles to find midground of whether to follow along with the biggest burden of his career. With reverence for his job, he makes the executive decision and puts the assignment aside for now.
- walking home, thinking about the assignment
- I'm going to look forward for now. I cannot have this on my conscience.
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