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[fremde]

“JONAS. I'M NOT HERE.”

Comments

[fremde]

What toy is that?

[leatherboots]

I'm glad you asked, Kahnwald. Have you heard of a mustang? The kind with four wheels, not four legs.

[fremde]

The sportscar. You have one?

[leatherboots]

It's gorgeous. And it needs a name. Can you drive? You could have a go.

[fremde]

[ Rupert wants... to show him his car?? His fancy car? Why would he ever? ]

I can't drive. I think it would be more fun for both of us if you were behind the wheel.

[leatherboots]

Are you sure? I mean, technically speaking neither can I.

Legally too, I suppose.

[fremde]

You have a car you can't drive?

[leatherboots]

Well, I'm better than I was an hour ago.

[fremde]

You're a little mad, aren't you.

[leatherboots]

I'm damn well bored, that's what I am.

[fremde]

I'll ride with you anyway.

[leatherboots]

Of course you will, you wonderful man. I'll fetch you shortly.

[fremde]

[ What's so wonderful about that?? ]

OK