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"What we got, Doc?"
"A Christmas turkey, my friend."
"That deep?"
"Yup." No need to mention that the bone was showing through and blood was pumping out in a steady stream.
After V mutterd a quick "bye", he inhaled deep on his cig and muttered on the exhale, "You can stop pretending not to be next to me." "What a relief. I suck at it." "Not your fault you take up space."