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Chapter 80.3: Saddle Up!
The bus squealed and jerked forward like the ghetto-mobile it is. The sliding door got stock three quarters of the way, which made it difficult to get his jacket and backpack through. Well regardless, he made it, and like usual, he much looked forward to a night with his guy. He didn't tell him he got the green light from his folks to stay over. Once in a while, they'd reward him with a weekday sleepover at Kat's or Tony's, so long as his chores got done and his grades were good. Which they almost always were.
After he adjusted his bag and looked forward, he saw Tony on the
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Right after he had registered who had run into him, the mechanic had put down his bag and started to inspect the wound. It looked like a flathead screwdriver jutted out of the bag and he figured that's what got him, since there was a little bit of his blood on the tip. For a couple beats, Dillon glared at the mechanic as he looked at his elbow, not entirely sure what he should do. His brain was in chaos. 'What the fuck is he doin' here? Can't
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