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 Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 4:46 pm
"If you're that worried, you can walk me to the road..." They weren't far, so. He took a step in that direction, careful and testing, head tipped down, and dug for his wallet. It was swollen and battered, taped together here and there, fraying at one corner -- and full of loose bills. Mostly, Warwick dealt in ones, because the majority of his viewers only tossed a dollar or two into the hat. The occasional five. Bit like being a stripper, that way.
"...then I can just...get a cab home..." Maybe he could have called Able-May, but she was doing enough. Warwick shook his head.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 6:14 pm
"Kay." Darryl nodded and, in fact, seemed intent to do just that - she walked Warwick to the end of the road, acting as support if needed, and stayed with him until the cab came.
She didn't call herself a cab - didn't have the money - and instead turned to walk back to her school dorms, hoping that Warwick would be okay and would stay out of trouble from now on...
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