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I'm about half of a block away from the building Silvio lives in when I see him standing outside
with two other people. At first I want to call the whole thing off and continue driving, but I think of
Lynne and her bruises. Her fucked up psychology.

I park the car, get out and begin to walk towards them. Halfway in between day and night, I maybe
should have came a bit earlier.

"You like hitting women?" Silvio turns around, as do his friends. "Did she tip over from the first hit
because she can barely stand with that fake foot?" Silvio attempts to talk but I cut him off, "How do
you hit an amputee?"

After I stop talking Silvio replies, "This has nothing to do with you." I tell him that when Lynne
becomes bothersome to me because of his actions, that it then does indeed have something to do
with me. He turns his back on me, so I give him a shove.

He turns around and takes a good swing. The bruises on Lynne's face were on her right side, so
when he tries to strike with his left arm, I put up my right arm to block it, and then give him another
shove, but unfortunately one of his punk friends that I hadn't seen before grabs me from behind and
Silvio gets off an even better punch that actually lands this time, but he only swings once.

As I'm a little bit dazed, the guy who grabbed me throws me on to the sidewalk and holds me
down. Silvio says, "Do you have anything else to say?" For some reason I start laughing, and as
much as I want to stop so I don't get a kick to the gut, I can't. I actually don't stop laughing until one
of Silvio's friends lifts up his shirt so I can see the reflection of a nearby light on his gun. Then I
shut up completely.

Not a second later I hear a police siren. I don't need to go to jail tonight, not for this. One of the
cops is pointing a gun at Silvio's friend. The one who had a gun on him. The officer tells him to
take out his gun and place it on the ground, he complies, and as he's doing it, he slowly says
"Fuck."

It turns out the man with the gun was on parole and was more than likely going right back to
prison. My only hope is that he wasn't too close to Silvio, because if he was, then the blame of his
going back to prison will be placed on me, which will inadvertently be placed on Lynne who will
ultimately suffer the consequences because I am here in her name. Fuck.

The officer slowly walks up to the man with the gun, smiling as he does it, and says to him, "Told
you you'd be coming back." Some kind of personal thing between the two I guess. The officer then
says, as he is heading back to his car with Silvio's friend in handcuffs, "The rest of you can go the
fuck home and do whatever it is that you do."

I quickly walk towards Lynne's car, and as I drive away, Silvio watches me. Yeah yeah, fuck you
too bitch. Fragments.

Driving down the same street but in the opposite direction is a detective named Steve Jefferson