But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[whitetwoguns]

Tell me about it.

[That's a flat strained tone of voice. Boy he can feel how how empty it is, kinda like a new tunnel. Breathe, Dimick.]

...they?

[Resting now up on his lap he's looking down into his freckled face. That's two hands on him.]

Y'mean these?

[Weight on his knees he reaches back to put one paw on each hand.]

[orangetoughguy]

Sweet.

[Freddy remarks, fingers twisting with fingers, paw in paw. Then the kid smiles.]

I meant the cowboys.

[Hehehe. He leans up to kiss that old face though, all joking aside.]

[whitetwoguns]

Is that even a real question?

[Because he won't even dignify that with an answer. Jesus fucking Christ. Remember who you're talking to Freddy Newendyke. The movie is still going. As he is swapping saliva with one hell of an art collector, the old man privately congratulates himself with riding up top.]