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Haha not quite. Things just really turned empty around here so I kinda just left. But I like to stop by on occasion.
I'm here also!
I'm here! :D... Sometimes
Anything on 'To Pimp A Butterfly'
Jack: Faces a wall, as he bounces a tennis ball onto it.
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Jack: Leans against a wall, sliding his pistol back into the back of his pants.
Jack: Puts his gun down on the table.
Jack: Sits in silence across from John, his foot still on the crate.
Jack: "Okay..." He says. "What's your name? I didn't learn it."
Jack: "I ate thanks." He says, before pushing the crate toward him with his foot.
Jack: "Are you the guy I'm supposed to be meeting?" He asks, still timid.
Jack: Cautiously takes his hand. "Hi..." He says quietly.
Jack: He looks at him, not taking his eye off him as he lifts the crate and crosses the street.
Jack: He wipes his mouth, before picking up the crate and continuing down the sidewalk.
Jack: Puts the crate back down, before reaching in and taking a swig from one of the glass bottles.
Jack: "Come on..." He says, lifting it. "I'll pay." He offers.
Jack: He sets the crate down, wiping his brow. "This weighs a ton." He mutters.
Jack: Carries a wooden crate down the street, filled with glass bottles.