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[hellofashot]

[ If there ever was a time Tim Gutterson thought he had reason to doubt his own sanity, this would be it. Sure, he’d had a bit to drink last night, but not nearly enough to give him a bad hangover this morning. He’d felt fine, and he had been on his way to the office after leaving his house at half past seven. He had stopped by for a quick takeout

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[hellofashot]

[ Oh, ffff. This face. Thank the Lord for anonymous texting. ]

Who wants to know?

[hellofashot]

Glad you got my message.

I need a ride to the office.

XD <3!

[hellofashot]

[ Checks his GPS. Give him a moment. ]

Do you suppose we'll meet any wild animals? [ Tim's actually quoting Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, not that he expects you to get it.

Clearly, he finds this amusing. ]

afsgdk :3

[hellofashot]

Then you best come pick me up. Unless of course, you've got some other pressing matters to attend to. Your girlfriend, wife, whatever the hell she is.

[hellofashot]

You're doing deep undercover shit in the middle of nowhere?

[ Hell, you know what that sounds like, Raylan? That sounds like bullshit. That whole part where he was actually amused before? Yeah. That moment's gone now. ]

Mind explaining to me what exactly is going on here? Does Art know what it is you're doing? Whatever it is you're doing, that is.

[hellofashot]

Hold on a second. You told me you'd give me the slip and you did. I guess at this point, I'd be inclined to believe anything you tell me.

[hellofashot]

Fine. Don't suppose I should bother telling you to stay out of trouble?

[hellofashot]

Okay then.