Rick was walking through the streets, the world looked brighter, the air smelled fresher...probably just the absence of sand in his nostrils, but even so. He was happy, genuinely, and honestly
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"Oooh, and a quick wit. Don't even know what Prozac is my friend, but I'm not on it. I got a girl willing to marry me, and she could translate egyptian in circles around you."
Rick waved back, "Tori, right? Nice to see you again. By the way, I found Evie." Rick smiled wide when he said her name. He just couldn't really help it.
"It's not every day you fly half cocked across the Atlantic ocean in a rust bucket to chase down a girlfriend. It still boggles my mind she did that. All I said was 'I need a little space.' I didn't mean for her to ya know...go to another country."
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Whether or not Rick approached the large muscled man with a glowy eye and metal arm was another thing.
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"Dude, if you start singing or something, I might have to deck you."
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Rick looked the young man over, "You got quite a chip on your shoulder. Who put it there?"
Young, spry, and a mouth, yep, reminded Rick of himself when he was a little younger.
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