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Jake looked at his hands. They weren’t his thirty-one-year-old hands. They were the blocky, low-resolution hands of the Boss character he’d created in 2009. Purple nails. A pimp ring. A tattoo that said “Second Chance” in a font he’d thought was ironic.

From the church, a helicopter roared to life. Not a police chopper—an ambulance. Its searchlight swept the street. And for the first time in three years, Jake smiled. Not the grim smile of a man surviving a storage unit. The real one. The one his grandmother paid for. --- Saints.Row.2.MULTi13-PROPHET Fitgirl Repack

His grandmother’s face flickered on a bus-stop ad. She was young again, the age she was when she handed him that shrink-wrapped game. She winked. Jake looked at his hands

But he was. In every way that mattered. He double-clicked. Purple nails