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THE SANTOROS LEFT PLENTY TO BE SCARED OF. he knew this from reviewing the handiwork, from experiencing some of it first hand. then again, he was also privy to a side that said they werenât all quite as dangerous as some liked to think. perhaps that was his bias, but that was kept quiet, and instead he chuckled along with Tommyâs nervousness. the joint was taken, an expert really, as it was carefully held between two fingers. inhale, hold, exhale, before nodding. âon your way out, someone had the great idea for girl scout cookies in the second to last tent and i couldnât be more thankful. a real christmas fucking miracle.â
TOMMY LEANED DOWN SLIGHTLY TO PET BILLYâS EARS, settling the dog down as he seemed a little restless. His interest was piqued again by the mention of the cookies, and he straightened up again, letting out another chuckle at the reference to said cookies being a miracle. Miracles werenât something that happened every day on the cursed island they lived on, so small victories had to count, otherwise people wouldnât ever make it from one day to the next. âThereâd better be some left by the time I find my way there.âÂ
Billy decided to sniff around this unfamiliar man conversing with Tommy, then, deciding that maybe he wasnât a threat, and he sat beside him, looking up at him and silently asking for attention. âDoubt itâs every day you share a joint with, uh... someone like me.â He glanced down at the crosses on his hand, feeling something twist in his gut at the mere sight of them






















