fredag den 13. april 2012

Jane 2

    'Betty parked out back?' Jane asked, and Tank rumbled in acknowledgement. 'Alright. Get her fueled up and ready to go. I'll join you in a sec.' She heard tank lumber through the empty bar and disappear through the back door. Jane rose on slightly wobbly legs and pushed a stray lock of her purple mohawk out of her eyes. She hated when deals went bad.

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