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Will was also voted in

Poet stood froon as his son-in-law moved to help him

I stood straight as the ainst the wall, sweating as he stood straight and tall

Then everyone moved

Dragon sed hard as he braced his hands on the table in as once Slider’s place Then he tapped it twice and sat down

Grease followed suit in the seat Poet had just vacated

Will’s seat stayed e at the club and chose to miss it, or if his dad hadn’t mentioned it

“Well,” Poet said roughly to

I moved around the table slowly and pulled outanyone’s eyes as I dropped down

Subdued clapping and cheering filled the room, and I was thankful for it It sure as shit wasn’t the best circuht

“Sit down before you fall down, oldreally fucking gray

Casper kicked Will’s chair away fro a seat, but re separate from the table

“News?” Grease asked, bracing his elbows on the table I watched hieted and noticed how ed in the past week His hair and beard had little streaks of gray that I’d never noticed before

“Congrats, Hulk,” Sarip my shoulder, and I noddedI’d attended in that rooave input, or just stayed to keep on top of shit going doith the club

“Two boys froon,” Poet announced to the room “Those are the dead ones”

Grease turned his head and spit on the floor

“Contact in the police department says the roommate of the U of O kid was involved Haven’t been able to find him Not sure if he went home for the summer, or what”

“Name?” Casper barked

“That’s it?” Dragon asked in confusion “Only four of ’em?”

“Looks like it,” Poet answered, shaking his head “They were doin’ little shit Kid shit That fuckin’ attack was—it didn’t make any fuckin’ sense”

“Little cunts,” Smokey rasped, his breath labored

“Naain

“Steve Smith,” Poet replied “Waitin’ to hear where he’s from Maybe he’s run home to Mummy and Daddy”