Mar 4, 2010, 1:47pm
You wake up in a seedy hotel room, the noise and smells of the sultry Chicago night seeping through the open window like secrets pouring out of a squealing stool pigeon. You can't remember your name, or how you got there, or why. The only thing you do remember is that youmustremember. The streets are unforgiving, and second chances are hard-earned and rarely given.
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