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[Mr. White comes on the screen, the view is from the far left of the dashboard. He's got a white button down shirt on with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and his collar open, it's a casual but put together kind of a look. He sits up a bit to look in the mirror and wipes something off of his chin and looks to the other side, satisfied he starts the engine.
I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot he deputy~]
..Hah. [It's a short, incredulous laugh somehow not too full of mirth even though he's showing teeth.] That's just---[The man shakes his head as a resolved look settles onto his face. Lips close to a solid line as he puts on sunglasses.]
Enough of that shit.
[He chances the radio dial. Fleetwood Mac's You Make Lovin' Fun comes on and it is somehow more agreeable. Mr. White doesn't smile again though.]
If it ain't one thing. It's the other.
[Mr. White comes on the screen, the view is from the far left of the dashboard. He's got a white button down shirt on with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and his collar open, it's a casual but put together kind of a look. He sits up a bit to look in the mirror and wipes something off of his chin and looks to the other side, satisfied he starts the engine.
I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot he deputy~]
..Hah. [It's a short, incredulous laugh somehow not too full of mirth even though he's showing teeth.] That's just---[The man shakes his head as a resolved look settles onto his face. Lips close to a solid line as he puts on sunglasses.]
Enough of that shit.
[He chances the radio dial. Fleetwood Mac's You Make Lovin' Fun comes on and it is somehow more agreeable. Mr. White doesn't smile again though.]
If it ain't one thing. It's the other.
