When Vino made his way out tonight, he left with the door swinging shut behind him, metal railing slung over his shoulder and a map, flashlight, his gun, and a sheet of paper torn from his journal, filling his pockets. He'd decided to forgo the radio tonight. The thing had turned out to be absolutely no help the night before and only ended up being extra weight. Not that the weight had bothered him at all, no way! Vino just didn't like having to carry useless baggage around
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