guansun
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Dec-14-2007 17:43
Part 1
Life has always been hard. I grew up a poor kid in the toughest parts of Brooklyn, with little much else to look forward to everyday, other than the sight of my father, coming home from work, for he was a police detective, and I knew in my heart that his everyday was spent helping people in desperate need. However, it all had to end one day...
My father had been innocently standing in line at the post office, when suddenly, a crazed clown who couldn't keep track the rising and lowering cost of postage stamps. Father was killed by a flurry of poisoned pies.
After my father died, I was determined to avenge my father, and pie, but mostly pie, by becoming a private detective, and hopefully one day hunt down the man who ordered the hit, and the hitman himself.
I took my training from one of my father's good detective friends. And so, as I set out from my newly bought headquarters, small office in downtown New York. As I set out, didn't realize the office was on fire from my stove...
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