[Larry's not the only one riding that same wavelength. The kid's putting his suit on, not quite the same as the day they arrived but it looks pretty close. For one, this set isn't full of bullets and bloodstains. He looks like he just stepped out of that damn diner. Looking around his room now he expects Sandy Rogers to start playing on the stereo but nothing comes on. It's quiet. Freddy pockets the flattest of his Marvel Transformers before moving downstairs to let the toucan out.]
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