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"Do you drink?" I ask. "Yes." I write it down before asking. "Smoke?" "What am I, a nun? Yes I smoke." "Done any sort of drugs before?" "Yes cocaine, I was not an addict though." My brow rises, "How would you know that?" "Simple I don't crave it 24/7 and I never kill anyone for it." He simply replies with a shrug. "Yes, but you allegedly threatened your uncle with a knife, when he refused to give you more money for cocaine." He turns and his eyes locks in mine and I see genuine seriousness in them as he says, "It wasn't because of cocaine, but yes I did threatened to kill him and I'm still gonna kill him." My heartbeat skips at his threat, "Why?" "Because he killed them." He angrily fumes, his hands balling into a vein ripping fist. "And I'm gonna kill him."
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