( nate don't much strike him as an older sibling. more like the younger one come up in someone's shadow, so. that slots in neatly alongside what he already knows, an' gene ducks his head some. takes a slow, thoughtful drink of that hard liquor. funny thing, how it's gotten smoother than what you could find in all the bars in london town. modern processing techniques makin' things better than battery acid an' then some. he shakes his head with a smile, an', in a tone that's softly teasin', )
So, then what? Can't keep a fella in suspense like this, it ain't polite.
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So, then what? Can't keep a fella in suspense like this, it ain't polite.