[And Mr. White, Lawrence "Two Guns" Dimick, does what he wants. Freddy works his shoes off so he can bring his damp feet up on the dry bed. It really is comfortable. Sure it's nothing like the majesty they'd kept in the apartment but it's better than a cot. Would it have been like this if they'd made a run for the border?]
Yeah, I was thinkin' the same fuckin' thing.
[Is this going to be where they fall asleep together for the next year? Sure they've got immigration going but they come from a world where sometimes immigration talk is just smokescreen and no one gets to leave at all. They come from a world where internment camps were standing when Dimmy here was born. Sip.]
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Yeah, I was thinkin' the same fuckin' thing.
[Is this going to be where they fall asleep together for the next year? Sure they've got immigration going but they come from a world where sometimes immigration talk is just smokescreen and no one gets to leave at all. They come from a world where internment camps were standing when Dimmy here was born. Sip.]
D'you think we got soft?