[ It's not a bad pad, nor is it a bad view. He's happy to slump back in the booth and play the struck out bum. It makes her wandering away at such a precise clip more reasonable.
He waffles a little, in the morning. Worries. Packs a knife (thank you Connie) and a grenade (fuck you Maine) and a side arm tucked at his ankle. Not so worried about the person he's with but what they might find. He didn't survive this long by not being careful. God. If Carolina could see him now.
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He waffles a little, in the morning. Worries. Packs a knife (thank you Connie) and a grenade (fuck you Maine) and a side arm tucked at his ankle. Not so worried about the person he's with but what they might find. He didn't survive this long by not being careful. God. If Carolina could see him now.
He's there at the designated time. Early, even. ]