JGoB, Monday Morning
A very quiet Ron sat in a seat by the bakery.
His hair had been dyed a violent red, then made into little cornrows with even tinier braids at the end. Half his mustache was missing and he supported a very violently visible tattoo that read TAMMY across his breast.
He was also wearing a red kimono.
He just sat there. Silently.
The scarred JGoB's employees, who had experienced at least part of the series of events that had led to this moment, ignored him with quiet dignity.
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His hair had been dyed a violent red, then made into little cornrows with even tinier braids at the end. Half his mustache was missing and he supported a very violently visible tattoo that read TAMMY across his breast.
He was also wearing a red kimono.
He just sat there. Silently.
The scarred JGoB's employees, who had experienced at least part of the series of events that had led to this moment, ignored him with quiet dignity.
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