"I'm fine." Eliot was anything but, and doing a terrible job at pretending to be. For instance, that would be way more convincing if he could hold his head up for more than about thirty seconds at a time. "Y'all got . . . nothin' on Colombian drug runners." He closed his eyes, trying to recenter himself again. "I could do this all day."
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Date: 2015-03-26 12:16 am (UTC)