A Burdizzo for a Prince

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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“Spit it out,” I said. I was hoping for an apology, or something. Not every day your best friend is pretty sure he wasn't going to kill you, which means he was equally as sure he was going to–I think. Semantics were never my strong suit, but when speaking the language of death, these things matter.

A Burdizzo For A Prince