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8/18/2020 8:34:14 PM
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[i]Tuskenator walks into the bar limping and with a black eye[/i]
English
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“You okay?”
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“I will be, hopefully.” [i]his voice sounds hoarse[/i]
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“You sure?”
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“If you have a splint for my leg and some whiskey, it might help. “
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“I do have whiskey.” Blaze says, handing you a glass.
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“Thanks. Should take the edge off.” [i] he takes a sip of whiskey and grimaces. [/i]
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“What?”
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“The first sip always burns coming down, if you know what I mean.”
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“Oh, yeah.”
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“What were you reading earlier?”
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“Oh, just flooring plans.”
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“For?”
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“My new house.” He whispers.
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“Neat!” [i]he smiles, but then he grimaces from the smile hurting[/i] “Is it [i]real[/i] nice?”
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“I think so! I mainly hope Fox agrees.”
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“Why haven’t you told her?”
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“Its a surprise!”
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[i]he grins slightly. [/i] “She probably will agree to it.” [i]something in Tuskenator’s pocket starts beeping, and he immediately reaches into his pocket and stops it.[/i] “Well, that means I’d better get going! Thanks for the whiskey! I hope buying the house goes well. “
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“Yup! See ya!”
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[i] he limps out the door, and pulls his gun out and makes sure Blaze isn’t watching, and runs into the night like his leg was fine. [/i]
