Absolute Unit
In Bill’s highly suspect vision, Frank often shimmers a bit, like a figure viewed across a wide stretch of desert.
Frank deserves a parasite with his best interests at heart, but instead he needs to make do with the voices in his head. These bottom-feeders, how do they find one another? Bill and Frank spend twenty minutes trading shots at the bar and making fun of the furnishings, which is easy to do in a place like Paradise Alley, with its cheesy neon signage and ratty moose’s head over the bar. Bill is about to say adios and head back to the car when Frank claps him on the shoulder and asks for a favor.
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