[Not even Newendyke sort of cops? Harsh world. Larry remembers the day one of his bikes went missing. Well, missing as in purloined by the only person who knew the combination. That's how people lose things. You live and learn. And you carry firearms to protect what's yours.]
Thanks fella.
[Oh shit. Is that David Bowie? He's suggesting they put on their red shoes and dance the blues. Larry steps onto solid ground, then offers up his hand to Freddy.]
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Thanks fella.
[Oh shit. Is that David Bowie? He's suggesting they put on their red shoes and dance the blues. Larry steps onto solid ground, then offers up his hand to Freddy.]