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faded. “What if she tries to run?” Scratch looked down at his wobbling legs and knew that he wasn’t up for a chase. “Damn,” he said, throwing down the broken bottle.
    Scratch knew that the girl would be walking out of the store any minute. He had to think quickly. He looked down at his feet and then got an idea. He took off his worn-out shoe and then pulled off his soiled, stinky sock. He gathered up a bunch of rocks from the ground and filled the sock with them. He held up the sock, and the most horrendous odor reeked off of it.
    â€œWell, goddamn!” He grimaced as the foul odor invaded his nose. “Whew! If the rocks won’t knock her out, the smell sho’ in the hell will,” he said, quickly distancing the sock from his face.
    Once again, he leaned up against the wall and practiced his approach, which seemed even less threatening with a sock. “Fuck!” He knew that the “sock and rock” method wouldn’t scare anybody and decided to resort back to using the stick as a fake gun. He shuffled around real quick and found the stick that he’d discarded earlier. But that’s when he noticed an even bigger one. “Just in case I do have to knock her ass out,” he told himself. He threw down the smaller one and took the bigger stick and placed it underneath his shirt, as if he had a burner. “Yeah.” He shook his head, finally satisfied with his choice. “That’s what Scratch talking about.”
    At that moment, Scratch heard the doorbell jingle, signaling that his would-be victim was exiting the store. Then he heard the clicking of the girl’s high-heeled shoes. Just as he had anticipated, the girl came strutting out with a bag in her hand. He quickly ducked and leaned into the alley and waited for her to pass so he could grab her. However, his guilty conscience began to set in. And in just those few seconds while he waited for her to cross his path, he went back and forth with himself about going through with his plan.
    But the little red devil with the pitchfork sitting on his left shoulder got the better of him. When he saw the girl walk past, he went for it. He quickly grabbed her from the back and placed his hands over her mouth, dragging her into the alley and slamming her against the wall. “Give me all yo’ money!” Scratch was shaking just as much as the girl was.
    â€œPlease don’t hurt me!” she screamed, dropping the items in her hands, then raising her arms in surrender.
    Scratch pushed her against the wall and pointed his fake gun at her. “Give me yo’ cash and you won’t get hurt,” he whispered harshly.
    â€œPlease don’t kill me,” she said, her knees shaking uncontrollably. One would think she was going through withdrawal as well.
    â€œJust give me all the dough and I won’t shoot.”
    Just as Scratch had watched her do before, she anxiously went into her bra to pull out all the money she had. Scratch looked into the young girl’s eyes and thought she looked familiar. As he stared into her eyes a little longer, he frowned. “Halleigh?” he whispered, lowering his fake gun.
    Afraid to say anything, she nodded her head, not wanting to give him a reason to pop off.
    â€œYou Sharina’s daughter, ain’t you?” Scratch asked. He knew Halleigh’s face well, because of Sharina. The two looked more like sisters than mother and daughter, and he knew that since it wasn’t Sharina, it had to be her baby girl.
    â€œWell, I’ll be damned,” Scratch said as he smiled. “I can’t believe I’m standing here looking dead at Sharina’s baby girl.”
    Sharina had been one of Scratch’s get-high buddies, and he’d seen pictures of Halleigh over at Sharina’s house whenever he was over there getting high. He had even seen Halleigh in person a couple of times, but of course she never paid her mother’s