Chapter 36
Bankhead. 6:40 AM.
Tyrone crouched on the curb at the corner of Hutton Street, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
He was twelve years old. One of Jamal's runners. His family didn't have shit.
His old man was locked up. His mom ironed clothes at a laundry, breaking her back fourteen hours a day ...
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4. Chapter 4
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29. Chapter 29
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35. Chapter 35
36. Chapter 36
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44. Chapter 44
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