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Phinks: A Short Story

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It crosses his mind -- more than once, actually -- to simply get up and walk away, and damn anyone who tries to stop him. But when the bartender shouts "Closing in five!", Phinks finds himself reaching clumsily into a front pocket of his tracksuit to withdraw a handful of five-jenny bills, which he promptly dumps on the bar 's polished wooden countertop, enough to pay for his drinks and then some. A waitress immediately swings by to scoop them up, her lips upturned in a grateful smile. Phinks can 't help noticing how pretty she is, how young, how her pulse jumps lightly in the base of her pale, slim neck as she thanks him, wishes him a good night. He could kill her in less than a second,
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