[He's relieved that the message came through the line the right way. It isn't an emergency, just...urgent. The old man stands in the doorway facing the back lot. A Chesterfield is burning slowly but surely to the filter.
The party is still going with a bunch of the new shit. Some fucks want to jump around. Sounds like it'd be expected from a group called House of Pain. It sounds like something Freddy would listen to. That adds a hair of comfort.
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The party is still going with a bunch of the new shit. Some fucks want to jump around. Sounds like it'd be expected from a group called House of Pain. It sounds like something Freddy would listen to. That adds a hair of comfort.
Hold on, he said. Larry's holding.]