[By now, Blake's real familiar with Goldenrod. He knows the shortcuts, the best lunch places, the guys at the newsstands, almost like home. Lately, one cafe he walks by now and then has a girl sitting out front a lot, looking pensive at a really weird set of playing cards.
Today Blake's feeling good enough to go buy a donut and silently dare anybody to say a goddamn word. As he heads out, munching, he pauses behind the girl.]
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Today Blake's feeling good enough to go buy a donut and silently dare anybody to say a goddamn word. As he heads out, munching, he pauses behind the girl.]
It's lousy weather for playing solitaire outside.