[Mind reader. He was going to turn it down while Freddy disappeared. Fuck it. Fine, he sits at the couch. It's enough to knock back a martini and blow back a man's tie.]
No. I didn't know.
[Before he can get any ideas, he realizes they're titles. Hah.]
How about Sit On It? [Not that the title has anything to do with anything. Brown eyes watch him move here and there.]
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No. I didn't know.
[Before he can get any ideas, he realizes they're titles. Hah.]
How about Sit On It? [Not that the title has anything to do with anything. Brown eyes watch him move here and there.]