I think I might have time for a long story in a couple of weeks.
[After the job. Dread swells like a balloon in his own gut to realize what sort of hopes he's voicing. They're shooting the shit. They're wasting time. This is just a fucking phase, a fling. This isn't what it looks like or sounds like.
Larry Dimick is a fucking idiot. He can't take the words back and Mr. Orange's are mighty personal. So much for Joe's rules.]
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[After the job. Dread swells like a balloon in his own gut to realize what sort of hopes he's voicing. They're shooting the shit. They're wasting time. This is just a fucking phase, a fling. This isn't what it looks like or sounds like.
Larry Dimick is a fucking idiot. He can't take the words back and Mr. Orange's are mighty personal. So much for Joe's rules.]