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Pickles returned, carrying his copy of Edgar Allen Poe's complete works, and set it on the bookshelf, a shit eating grin plastered on his face.
"You'd never fuckin' guess who I just met at the Bar." He said to Miniver, dropping himself onto the couch, practically sprawled there.
"You'd never fuckin' guess who I just met at the Bar." He said to Miniver, dropping himself onto the couch, practically sprawled there.