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He waited a longbehind the curtains of the frontNothing in the sniper’s nest So maybe it was just sparrows after all

“Hey! In the house! My na to trade!”

A ry “This is private property!”

“That’s why I’oddaot caught with uns”

There was a long silence Hopefully the bastard wouldn’t just shoot him, but maybe Life was risk

“What’re you offering?”

“Water recycler,” A”

“I’ve got one”

“May need another Don’t think they’ll beto come up to the house so we can talk”

“This is private property! Don’t cross the line!”

Aoofiest suns, right? Don’t shoot me, I’m just here to talk”

He crossed the line, leaving the gate open behind hiers spread He could see his breath ghosting before hi better soon He wondered if he maybe should have said he had a heater

The front door opened and the man came out He was tall and thin with a stupid, cruel face and a long-barreled assault rifle aial as shit under UN gun laws

“Hey!” he said with a wave “My name’s Amos”

“You said”