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Post by Skittery James on Dec 30, 2011 21:28:20 GMT -5
"Summer stinks and winter's waitin' kid." Skittery smirked before he found that he couldn't suck anymore from his smoke and flicked the entire thing into the street with a sigh. Wrinkling his nose in annoyance he lamented inwardly how it was his last one and he'd missed the tobacco goodness while he was talking to this broad. Though, she wasn't bad. "First ones to starve, we're the first ones to die... all that shit." Isn't that some song that little Irish thing at McGinty's was singing?
"Bumlets'll probably one one of them ta get outta here. Him'n probably David." Him? Oh Skitts figured he'd die before he was twenty, after all he'd come this far he figured it was just a matter of time before the reaper caught up with him. "Though you probably don't know who they are huh? two weeks right?"
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