“Alright I’m ready.”
“Fire her up.”
rrrr RRRRRRRRRR r..r RRRRRRRR.
“Let’s get this show on the road,” doubled down Hucka.
“I’m trying!” rrr RR rrr RR…
“Did you leave the lights on while we were dancing?”
“*No*” rrr RRRRRRRRRRR.
“Ah jeez. I’m going back to the White Palace, Baker Bloch. I’ve had enough thrills anyway for a while.”
rr RRRRR rr RR. “Suit yourself. I’m going to explore the town.” rr RRRRRRR rr RR. “On foot, pheh, if necessary.”
“Goodbye.” She slams the door on the way out and hails a taxi at the road. So many here in John F. Kennedy City. The yellow line should do for a return.
Sunklands 