[Poor Tommy; speaking of shitting your pants - that's what he'll be doing if he ever has reason to see his number until that contact name in her phone. From the hall, a door slamming. Wonders if it's Jessie or Joel. Or was that thunder?]
Not gonna help their stomachs but your call. They actually gonna let you play in this?
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Not gonna help their stomachs but your call. They actually gonna let you play in this?