[These are words that a handsome man told him when he was younger and didn't have as many miles. One could even say he still had that new car smell. It was last week and years and years away all at once. Count your fucking blessings, Dimick. The kid has hair to hold onto. There's a kid to hold onto his hair too, one he couldn't think to do without anymore.
Threat number one, a certain friend cum therapist seems to know what is up now. The threat is over...Larry hopes.]
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Threat number one, a certain friend cum therapist seems to know what is up now. The threat is over...Larry hopes.]
Love you, tough guy.
[Murmured like the secret that it is.]
...hope your bird won't mind.