She quietly stares at the car in front of her, covered by a storage tarp.
One hand absently strokes the head of a the large rottie at her side, the other silently lights a cigarette.
"There is no such thing as friendship among our kind, Rox. Not even mine."
His voice echoes in her mind, purring through her memories, through laughter and tears.
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Now I'm quite intrigued..
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Tiny Carthians say otherwise! And they help you move bodies.
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