I guess there's no gun, he said. I didn't recognize the voice. There was a black vase on the table full of what looked like either small wild flowers or large black-eyed-Susans. We were getting some glances but not much else, yet.
He was glad to see me, genuinely glad. Because you are mad, Olaf said. I don't get much lighter than this. What are you saying? Fuck Bernardo.
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