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The Baton [MultiFormat]
eBook by Biff Mitchell
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eBook Category: Suspense/Thriller
eBook Description: What happens when a fairly normal guy decides it's time to make things right--no matter what he has to do? From one unsuspecting "annoyance" to the next, this "good samaritan" is on a mission to rid the world of its less desirable aspects? Is it really murder if they deserve it?
eBook Publisher: Echelon Press, Published: 2004, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2006
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [62 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [81 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [31 KB]
, Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [312 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [34 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [82 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [100 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [139 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [99 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [28 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [35 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [78 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [49 KB]
Words: 12367 Reading time: 35-49 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1590802624

What finally broke the camel's back was one day when the guy in the scabby t-shirt spit on the sidewalk. That was it. Shit. I was sitting on a bench eating a sandwich. He saw me sitting on the bench eating my sandwich. And the cocksucker spit ... I mean, a big white stream of white gunk, the kind that's thick and sticks to the sidewalk like dirty lard. I mean, what kind've asshole does a thing like that? And he was looking right at me when he did it. Like his eyes were saying: "Enjoying that sandwich, chump? Here, enjoy this." Hack. Pitchu. White gob piled up on the sidewalk right in front of me. And I lost my appetite. So I followed the prick. Yeah, followed him. Really surprised myself when I did that. Just stood up and went after the dumb prick. He didn't see me ... didn't even suspect that somebody was walking behind him about thirty feet away and sticking to him like a shadow. Probably all wrapped in thinking who he was gonna gross out next. Prick. I followed him for most of the day ... and what a prick he turned out to be. Like, right after grossing me out, and I mean, this was only about a block away, about two point zero minutes after grossing me out ... he shoved a kid. A kid.
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