[Shit. That's right. He mentioned something about shopping a few days ago. About slipped his mind. Usually they'd go together. The old man had an early day and found himself shooting the shit among the flora. Where'd that leave Freddy? Out in the open.
How check yourself, Dimmy. He's a grown man. He has weapons. Blonde would also not strike at him in a public setting he couldn't control...would he? A sealed off jewelry store verses taking a few bodies out with the target, that' be too much crowd control. Maybe.
Fuck that piece of shit. Fuck him and his already difficult to predict mind.]
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How check yourself, Dimmy. He's a grown man. He has weapons. Blonde would also not strike at him in a public setting he couldn't control...would he? A sealed off jewelry store verses taking a few bodies out with the target, that' be too much crowd control. Maybe.
Fuck that piece of shit. Fuck him and his already difficult to predict mind.]
C'mon.
[In case that he is.]