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28 June 2005 03:45Jason sits curled up on the deck of Gabriel's house. The bullets and rifle back in the house, hidden. Gabriel would find them if he went looking, but he'd have a hell of a time searching for it. The kitchen was cleaned, he having learned long ago the quickest and most efficient way of taking care of such situations. And how to get rid of most of the smell of blood.
He stares across the lake at Leela's house, wondering if he would even be welcome there anymore.
He stares across the lake at Leela's house, wondering if he would even be welcome there anymore.
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