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must die before they know they can beat you, intelligence is important but preplanning and speed is better than intelligence, braggarts on either side must die. Thus ran so many of the aphorism's of this Socrates as retaught by Frank Aver, his Plato. Frank learned to identify enemies before they themselves knew that they were enemies. Frank learned to identify allies before they were even acquaintances. If you taste a good peach, plant the pit. The black line drawn around the police station scattered with bent nails was incredulous to mayor Stone, to the police captain, and a surprise to Hayn. "The old man gonna take on Nails? Both of them?" Stone jested, at a party hosted by Hayn. Hayn was older and remembered better. "He's old, but even old, he's very dangerous. When you get home, you better call the Nalletto's. Warn them." Stone called, but of course the Nalletto brothers didn't answer their phone. They couldn't talk with their mouths full - very full of Creole Italian Stuffed Pepper, as they hung with their heads nailed with foot long spikes to a telephone pole near the side of police headquarters, twenty feet above the street. They hung for days because of the black line drawn around that pole. Yet, nobody saw this happen. Of course. The Scar was the last thing you didn't see. Nobody read of this. Of course.