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──────────────────── Seoras Franc──────────────────── "I'm too young to lose my soul..."
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It was a slow day in the shop, the smell of smoked ham overpowering the scent of the raw meat that usually permeated the shop. At the counter, Seoras sat quietly, while his father was in the back, managing the smoker. The sweet scent of smoked meat calmed the scarred teen, who sat back in his chair lazily. He didn't want to head to the bar, as it wasn't his kind of place. Too many people in one area. It was amazing how the place hadn't gotten torn up by the two gangs that often filled it's interior.
Staring at the ceiling, Seoras sighed, putting a hand on his scarred half of his face. The memory of the night the Black Foxes violated his mother, and discarded her like a piece of garbage, haunted him, even in his daylight hours. Still, while working the store, it didn't matter what gang a customer was in, they would not be treated any differently.
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"...I'm too young to feel this old..."
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