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A couple of folks glance at Chris with that "what the hell is this white boy doing here" look. He stuffs his hands in his pockets.
"Guess I'm noticeable, huh?" he says.
"You're sure you wanna be out here?" I ask.
"This is kinda how it is for you and Seven at Williamson, right?"
"A lot like that," Seven says.
"Then I can deal.
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