Into the Game…

I always imagined that Davis had a rich family life. Always with them, running up and down. A sister and a brother, like 40 cousins he loves and a mother he’s always willing to sit around and shoot the shit with.

His brother though? That little scammer. He’s lucky I like him…

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“You think you can fix it up?”

Davis stood with his eyebrow raised, both hands shoved into his pocket. The sky outside his mother’s little house was begining to darken, the sun sinking. Pinks and purples and oranges of sunset were waning to nothing but dull black. (Continue Reading?)