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"I don't blame you.He was funny though, I'll say that.And now look where that put him, in the ground.What a wonderful exchange." He noted, heading south. |
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"Anyways so uh- oh look, a tavern." Gale commented, turning towards it. |
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Kayla followed silently, a little closer |
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Gale walked in, the chatting quieting slightly before continuing as he made his way to the bar, taking a seat and eyeing a woman who had scooted up against him. "Sorry honey, todays not the day.Now get the fuck off me," He warned, the woman sitting up off him and turning away as he ordered a beer. |
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Kayla just sat beside him silently |
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"You okay?" He asks Kayla again, tossing a few coins up on the counter. |
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"Let's head out then, find somewhere for the night." He suggests, walking out and moving to take her hand. |
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Kayla let him take her hand, following with a blank expression |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
