[Larry's got some graying and Freddy's got a minor recession going on up there, all part of the stress of being a crook and a cop respectively. That mouth though, it doesn't feel any different from the first time he felt it, and it wasn't by a black magic woman's serenade. He barely felt them when Larry whispered to him in the warehouse.]
Okay. Whatever keeps you feelin'...good.
[Not young because Larry is timeless in ways Freddy can't explain without sounding a bit sentimental.]
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Okay. Whatever keeps you feelin'...good.
[Not young because Larry is timeless in ways Freddy can't explain without sounding a bit sentimental.]