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Two paper bags wrestle in the middle of the dusty road; the weary and fading sun beats down on the onlookers, a cloud of smoke rose above them. Old men sit on small tables and played cards outside their family owned shops smiling politely at passers by.

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Two paper bags wrestle in the middle of the dusty road; the weary and fading sun beats down on the onlookers, a cloud of smoke rose above them. Old men sit on small tables and played cards outside their family owned shops smiling politely at passers by. Old ladies walk steadily down the street, looking up to the heavens with contempt as it started to rain. An army of umbrellas stand to attention while their owners run as fast as their legs will allow them, down the sidewalk. The raindrops scream down like missiles released from a flying bomber, exploding into a thousand pieces on impact with the floor. The old men at their tables scramble for cover, their cards lay strewn across the playing surface. A man with a cigarette above his right ear and tattoos covering his bare arms bends over and turns up the volume on the stereo on the steps leading up to the front door, as though in a trance the group resting on the stairs all nod their heads to the beat. An attractive woman with swirling brown eyes and runs up the street with her coat over her chocolaty brown flowing hair, but stops in mid-step to turn around, the group, now standing under the door arch to escape the cascading rain, all turn their necks round to look down the bottom of the road. ...read more.

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He fell to his knees, and his finely tailored Sicilian suit was already stained with blood. The two Italian men ran over and threw Carmella out of the way, the impact of her head which hit the car door created a dent a few inches deep. Tony looked up to see two blurred figures looking down on him, and then a third joined them. "Paulie, what the hell are you doing!?" Cried Carmella. "I fucking knew it, you s-stupid idiot. You aren't going to live to see the morning" Tony mumbled through the blood. He was in such pain that it hurt to breath, let alone speak. Paulie's smile faded, his eyes widened, he realised what he had done, and he knew the consequences of his actions. He pulled the gun out of his belt and closed his eyes, a single tear rolled down his cheek. "BANG!" Paulie flew backwards, the force of the shot made Paulie's head hit the pavement, and then bounce back up, the loaded gun dropped from his hand and clattered on the floor. The rain pounded his limp body, soaking him to the bone; he breathed in, and closed his eyes... My name is Tommy Hangler; I own one of the grocers along the Florence road. ...read more.

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I looked down at my cousin who was bleeding over the floor, I knew he was dead. Looking over my shoulder I saw the two other men sprinting down the middle of the road. The rain was still pouring down, the whole scene looked eerie. The mist from the rain created an atmosphere in which I was totally captivated, until I was thrown to the floor and put in handcuffs. I was allowed to attend my cousin's funeral, even though I was in custody the whole time. But something was said at the funeral, which never left me. Carmella, in all black stood at the front of a group of large, well dressed Italians, all in a sombre mood. She cleared her throat, and with tears streaming down her face, told me a story I will never forget. "In the vast deep blue sea, there was a wave. This wave was a young wave and did not care for much except for cruising through the water. One day, the young wave looked over the heads of the older waves in front and saw them all crashing on the shore. He started to get frightened, until and older wave in front of him turned around and said "I know your trouble young one, you spent so much time being a wave. You forgot your just part of the ocean"". ...read more.

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