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[A deep, long drag. His longs feel like they're made of led or something. That doesn't stop him from trying to take in as much nicotine as possible.]

I don't know what to make of it all.

[He fucking shot and left himself dead in an alley. And the shit he was saying. Larry rubs a hand over his eyes he was going to rub the top of is head but remembers the blood. At least now he can look at it. He flips down one of the visors to look at what is there in the mirror. This is what happens when you get your head slammed against the roof of the car a few times after a hit in the head.

Maybe that's why he wants to throw up.]