[Freddy nods, listening like he said he would. Some of it's nothing new to him, he may not have been to prison but he's tossed guys in the jail houses. Word on the street is the county jail can be just as bad as a state pen but he's no sheriff, it's not his jurisdiction. The kid cuffs them and hopes either never to see them again or to see them come back in better health, making better for themselves. Something.]
I don't figure.
[A shake of his head. He means he doesn't assume this shit even though it seems like it goes without saying. Freddy wouldn't dare say he might know even an ounce of what Larry's been through in there. Shit kicked out of him on the first day, he wonders which of the old man's scars belong to that moment in time. He's got more battle damage with good reason...or bad reason. The kid blows a couple rings, wishing he had the right thing to say.]
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I don't figure.
[A shake of his head. He means he doesn't assume this shit even though it seems like it goes without saying. Freddy wouldn't dare say he might know even an ounce of what Larry's been through in there. Shit kicked out of him on the first day, he wonders which of the old man's scars belong to that moment in time. He's got more battle damage with good reason...or bad reason. The kid blows a couple rings, wishing he had the right thing to say.]