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The kid's not feelin' too good. Must be something in the air. Or maybe something he ate. Bad meat. Who knows.

[Inhale, exhale the man's smoking.]

Things happen but back to normal.

[softly, he's two seconds from turning it off]

I like normal.

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You're not taking him, are you?

Nah. As far as I know it's nothin' that bad.

Small miracles, right?

Anything short of bleeding or a break don't warrant a hospital visit.

What if he's got some killer City disease?

There'd be ways to tell. Shit. Calm down. How many killer diseases you been through?

I'm plenty calm. Even got a cigarette.

Maybe I spoke to soon about the high strung.

I'm just pointing out possibilities. This place is a fucking dive.

You ain't lying. I never thought I'd ever have tits.

Fuck, and that ain't even the worst shit this place can pull.

Oh, I know. What I mean to say is that they don't always go for the predictable.

Fuck if that's right.

If I had to choose, playing cowboys was a little better.

Shit with the exception of Orange nearly bleeding out that day was pretty fucking good.

My thought exactly. Got a horse, roving the frontier. Goddamn, that was cool.

It's like every kid's dream.

It was one of mine. Got big Bonanza flashbacks.

Shit I loved that fucking show.

Fuck man, that was real TV right there!

Along with Baywatch.

Is that the one with the beach and the lifeguards?

And all the running.

Cowboys and tits. Everything else man, I don't fucking know.

Eh, TV's gone downhill anyway.

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