The bright hot autumn sun burned down into Compton, Californiaright onto the shoulders of a busy nine year-old boy. The boy was respectful, working on speeding up his chores for his mother so he could play ball with friends. The boy eyed the last sight of leaves and thought last one, then Im done. He heaved the blood over the pot and pulled backand stiffened in impact as the rake revealed two automatic hand guns, still warm, hidden in the leaves.
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Wednesday, July 6, 2011
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