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I believe that the world would be a better place if we had more shiftytab fic's
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"Tab," Darrell said. He'd turned back from where he was stumbling only a few yards in front of him, staring up at the sliver of moon. On his breath was the woody scent of whiskey and musk of a cigar shared with friends. Snow had collected in the pomade of his hair like fallen petals. The nickname made his throat constrict as Darrell repeated it again. "You're drunk." Floyd countered as Darrell's unsteady feet lumbered through fresh layers of snow. "I'm…" Darrell paused in thought, the ends of his tweed jacket rustling with the wind. "I'm having fun." His postured straightened into that of a proud man. A witty, proud, drunk man.
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you'll never leave clincho alive - kindsummer
Carwood is in the witness protection program, and Ron is the federal marshal assigned to him. “Lipton. Carwood, Clifford Carwood Lipton, if you’re askin’ for my legal name.” The man, Carwood, replied, tone far gentler than Ron expected from someone with such a strong build. Carwood seemed wired, dark eyes glistening with unshed tears, foot bouncing against the carpet. “Whatever you want me to call you. Carwood, then. I’m sure whoever picked you up notated your legal name for our records.” Ron flipped through the files he’d been handed by Eddie, skimming to get the gist of the situation. He’d been called into the office in the middle of the night, it was now two in the morning, as it was an “all hands on deck” call. Ron hated interruptions in his routine, which happened far too much for his liking since he’d joined the marshals’ service. “So. Carwood. I have my fellow marshal’s rendition of events, but I’m here to take down your view of what went down tonight. Do you mind telling me what happened?”