bobby shmurda's murda case

late night at 2pm

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it was dark and dreary. birds were calling. the moon was calling. crickets cricketed. yet, there were no signs of human civilization in this neighborhood despite the towering rickety houses. at first glance, this was really a ghost town. broken windows, uneven pavements, and overgrown grass filled with litter enveloped the surroundings. however, this was the prime time for him. for bobby shmurda, this was the time where he felt the most powerful. "y'all ready?", he asked his fellow brothers. they nodded. "then let's get this b****."

vrrrrr....

the engine of the old car hummed pitifully like it was gasping for air after coming back from the dead. above, clouds moved away to reveal the bright moon and the winds came alive. it drew a deep breath and blew at the car, and the car began to move with it. the night was still young, and there was much left to do.