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It's been about an hour and Joe's been sitting on his bed with his heels on the edge of the mattress, biting the edge of his thumbnail and working his way through two cigarettes, one after the other. Every morning since they've both been there, he's been woken up by Web opening the door between the rooms. Every morning, but now it's mid-morning, ( Read more... ) -
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It's been a week, more or less. A week of questions that make no sense, of Web following him around like a shadow with that goddamned look on his face. Joe ain't gonna lie - it's driving him mad. In silence, he sits smoking, one foot against the wall, rocking backwards and forwards, not really looking at anything. He can hear Web moving around ( Read more... ) -
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