

The East Side: Part One Butch Ironweld sat in a brightly lit waiting room, just finishing his third magazine during his wait. Sighing, he tossed the magazine onto the coffee table in front of him, and then adjusted himself in the uncomfortable metal chair. Reaching into the breast pocket of his beat up green jacket, he pulled out a toothpick and slid it into the corner of his mouth. He ran a hand through his short-cropped brown-but-graying beard while he chewed on the toothpick, and stared at the very large, well-muscled, well-dressed blonde man at the reception desk.The East Side: Part One
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