Of course, he kept his swagger. even after all these years of face fucking facts checking out. droning in. coddle company keeping him a draft catching embers as light lucky charms.
Fuck 'em.
He wasn't about to let the mark hold long.
Not when there was still a chance to grab her tattooed hand in his and ride some one horse wonder the hell out of town.
Round the set once and into the sun.
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9.18.2007
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