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[wither_wilt]

Solomon is walking the streets. Hands stuffed deep into his leather jacket's pockets, watching the worn toes of his boots as he makes his way back vaguely toward his apartment.

Well.

How enlightening this has all been.

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[toomuchstoker]

[wither_wilt]

Salla squints, but doesn't hesitate.

"Yo," as he lights his own cigarette.

[toomuchstoker]

[wither_wilt]

"Got it in one."

"Out for a snack?"

He is going to assume!

[toomuchstoker]

[wither_wilt]

"She has excellent debating skills," Salla offers.

[toomuchstoker]