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My friend, Tony, grasped my shoulder, "We can't just leave him like that."
We both argued for a while, I told him we'd get the blame. Said the Arabs could easily fuck us up big time. Tony continued to argue, but then stopped abruptly.
I looked at him, then for my kid brother Jay, but he wasn't there. Something was holding Tony's interest; behind me. It was then I heard it, a gulping, gargling noise; a quiet struggle.
Slowly I turned, afraid of what I might find.
"Jay, NO!"
















