[Traffic churns beside them. People come and go around them on the street. He stands still fixed in place for a little. For the sake of doing something, Larry puts on sunglasses.
[Really? With the shades on and everything? Really? ...... The kid huffs and puffs. Then his wiry arms cross. Is this really how they handle things after possibly killing a robber? Seems like.]
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Okay. Now that makes more sense.]
...we could try again tomorrow, pal.
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[Really? With the shades on and everything? Really? ...... The kid huffs and puffs. Then his wiry arms cross. Is this really how they handle things after possibly killing a robber? Seems like.]
Fine.
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[So long as they stay armed. He's sure he's got a clip. Even though that's a very subdued answer, he's not convinced this is the last of it.
Because it's Freddy.]
I won't get anything to read. Promise.
[There. How about that?]
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[Why are you making him feel like a child, Dimmy? Why are you doing this? He's an adult! Huff huff. Wiry arms loosen up just a little.]
Okay.
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Sometime you can pick me out something to read.
[Sometime. Even though it isn't working as fast as other times, it seems as though it's working.]
Lead.