[He hasn't seen that trim desert fit form in over a week. How the fuck is Freddy supposed to live? Shit Newendyke that's exactly the kind of thinking that's going to keep things the way they are when you want some kind of change. Something he can't even define neatly for himself.]
I got your number.
[Freddy finally manages a natural smile, small sure, but large in its sincerity. He's up on his feet now, ready for the inevitable goodbye. No no, not goodbye. Don't say goodbye.]
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I got your number.
[Freddy finally manages a natural smile, small sure, but large in its sincerity. He's up on his feet now, ready for the inevitable goodbye. No no, not goodbye. Don't say goodbye.]
Have a goodnight, okay?