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Last Night :: Every Night :: Tomorrow Night

mafia aquarium business

2010-04-24

We were running. We each had a partner, and ran in roughly a line. I reveled in the ease with which my body moved, in my speed, in the effortless way I could pass up others who were running. I didn't feel the need to compete, so didn't even try very hard.

At the end, we gathered in a room, socializing. Suddenly a woman announced the winners of the race. I hadn't even known it was a race, or that they were keeping track. I had come in third without even trying. And the prize was a Wii. I was amused and excited about this, and took the paper showing the placings to my family and friends, laughing.

I was in an aquarium shop, which we knew was actually a front for the mob. I knew that the door in the back led to their headquarters.

I lamented to Zlato that it was unfortunate this place was run by the mob, because the prices were incredible. There were 120 gallon and larger tanks with stands and canopies for under one hundred bucks.

My sister and I browsed the store with my parents, looking at the incredible fish and tanks. There was one display tank with only plants, no fish. A beautiful tank to the window with a dazzling array of fish and a beautiful planting.

I finally settled on a 90 gallon tank and purchased it.

The owner of the shop told us they were closing up and we had to leave. My sister and I went out to the truck, which stood dark and empty in the parking lot. We knew the mob had killed our parents, and that they would kill us as well. We searched along the strip mall for a place to hide. All the shops were closed, except a Subway restaurant. We went inside, knowing the mob wouldn't hurt us when we were surrounded by people. After the Subway closed, we wouldn't know what to do.

My sister asked the Subway owner if it was okay if she went outside to smoke.

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