[Gilbert is somewhere between home and the city's larger market. The communicator flips on and shows the buildings as he passes, the last few vestiges of daylight shrouding everything in gold and shadows. One arm is full of bags, the other fishing out a cigarette. He manages to light it, jugglng everything back and forth before remembering he'd
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