[Puffing on his cigarette, the old man is leaning back again, watching. He moves the ash tray to have it sit on his chest. Not much longer.
The kid did use to sleep on the couch. Of course a bed is where he wants to be. Larry likes to go there, somehow it always ends up smelling more like Freddy than his own bed, even though they have taken to swapping. There are a few nights now and then that Larry sleeps alone. It doesn't feel that right to do anymore.]
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[Puffing on his cigarette, the old man is leaning back again, watching. He moves the ash tray to have it sit on his chest. Not much longer.
The kid did use to sleep on the couch. Of course a bed is where he wants to be. Larry likes to go there, somehow it always ends up smelling more like Freddy than his own bed, even though they have taken to swapping. There are a few nights now and then that Larry sleeps alone. It doesn't feel that right to do anymore.]