β Scribed by Powell, Talmage
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
My name is Ed Rivers.
I live in Tampa, Florida, where I work as a private cop. Iβm six feet tall, weigh in at about one ninety, and am forty years old.
When I look in the mirror I see a heavy, bearish face, dark-tanned and creased, the thick lids giving the brown eyes a lazy look. Women either get a charge from that face or want to run from it. Men fear it or trust it to the hilt. It isnβt a face that ever meets a neutral reaction.
Iβm not always happy about that, but itβs my face and I have to do the best I can with it.
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