[Freddy whispers with intent on calming himself down, for his sake and for Larry's. How can he expect the guy to be a professional if he's crying the whole way? Shit you should be crying, Newendyke, you will be when they catch you. When. If. Greener eyes watch the other man up close, Freddy can only tilt his head into the combing palm.]
Hurry.
[Let's get out of here. We have to run. Pink Floyd wrote a song about it once.]
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[Freddy whispers with intent on calming himself down, for his sake and for Larry's. How can he expect the guy to be a professional if he's crying the whole way? Shit you should be crying, Newendyke, you will be when they catch you. When. If. Greener eyes watch the other man up close, Freddy can only tilt his head into the combing palm.]
Hurry.
[Let's get out of here. We have to run. Pink Floyd wrote a song about it once.]