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that, cursed in frustration, his stomach churning—then heard the drumming of the chopper steadying, felt the wind of its rotors as it hovered over the yard.

“Damn!” Cried another player. “Just when the game was getting good.”

“Attention to you kids down there.” Exclaimed the pilot over the loudspeaker. “Leave the area. This is your last only warning!”

The other team’s captain began to run. “Screw this! I just got out of juvie. That’s the last time I’m hanging out with you guys again!”

“Fine!” Henry replied, running with Dorian. “Go cryin’ home to Momma, baby!”

“I will!”

“Call you tomorrow.”

The kid paused for a moment and said, “Okay.”

As the other kids scattered in different directions, Henry looked over to Dorian was grinning like an idiot.

“Do you think we’re going to get into trouble for this?”

Dorian’s lips curled up to a disturbing smile. “Let’s hope so.”

For Dorian Gray, this was just another Saturday night.

JOHN GRAVAGLIA

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