"Lucky you stayed on the bike," he muttered gruffly, frowning at himself for risking something so dangerous.
Leaning over to rinse out the washcloth, he said, "I figured it out myself. Starting hearing shit, in town. Why the hell'd you think I came? It wasn't for the damn cider."
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Date: 2020-11-17 04:19 am (UTC)Leaning over to rinse out the washcloth, he said, "I figured it out myself. Starting hearing shit, in town. Why the hell'd you think I came? It wasn't for the damn cider."