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Walkin' Through The Fire
by PEJA
He likes to play with fire.
Knows how very much it scares me, but he can't help himself. It's not in his nature to do anything different. Chris Chance does not know how to play it safe. Working without a net is all he knows.
So why should I be surprised when he lets his fingerprints drop into the hands of the Feeb. Its just a game for him. Make no doubt.
He takes his chances. What can I expect from that man of mine.
I take my chance too. From my devilish Chance.
Only...damn how can I compete.