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Sallie's been kinda busy and he hasn't had a chance to ask her about the horse, anyway, but that's fine. Hell, it's not his only reason for coming back here--like he told Beth, he's got to start doing the chores that he'd left piled up back in these stables, and sure he's got an excuse in Shadow but that...ain't what Jack really wants. Excuses? They never were.
Still, he had to kind of come up with a decent reason, so he'd been rummaging around the stables and getting a new box all cleaned up and ready for--well, whatever.
It's cold outside, but he doesn't mind. Beneath his battered old jacket and hat he's warm and anyway it's not as though much is gonna hurt him now, is it? But the cigarettes can only last so long while he leans up against the paddock fence, and soon he'll head in.
Maybe he'll even catch sight of someone else he wants to see, though it ain't so likely as it once was. And if not, well, there's a couch and a bottle of beer and fire what'll be just as fine.
Still, he had to kind of come up with a decent reason, so he'd been rummaging around the stables and getting a new box all cleaned up and ready for--well, whatever.
It's cold outside, but he doesn't mind. Beneath his battered old jacket and hat he's warm and anyway it's not as though much is gonna hurt him now, is it? But the cigarettes can only last so long while he leans up against the paddock fence, and soon he'll head in.
Maybe he'll even catch sight of someone else he wants to see, though it ain't so likely as it once was. And if not, well, there's a couch and a bottle of beer and fire what'll be just as fine.