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Leaning his head against the wall again, he lori tan chinn closed his eyes. Al ended conversations that way, if he even had them to begin with. lori tan chinn I reached down and poured the change from the cup into my palm. “How about some Twinkies, tío?” And I turned to go inside. I breathed deeply in lori tan chinn the silence. Al was sitting with his back against the wall behind me. Turning my head to look at him, I caught a glimpse of myself in the darkened window. It was so quiet and still that I could be alone. I could have been anywhere. But the security lights shined harshly across the empty gas lanes, and they were reflected behind me. And I knew exactly where I was. I looked down at Al, who was still looking out at nothing. On a normal night, I wouldn’t have said anything. Didn’t want him thinking I gave a shit. It was a normal night.
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