Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

Cain came into the lounge and sat down in a miserable slump. “I hate to ask you guys this, but… But I don’t know what else to do.”

“Ask us what,” Ziggy demanded.

“Can I ride with you guys? I’m just… I…” He shut his eyes and let his head fall back. “I don’t feel safe.”
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