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Something she’d gotten from Burton and the Corps, that you didn’t do things in the clothes you sat around in. You got yourself squared away, then your intent did too.
She put the Wheelie Boy in the middle of the table, like it was flowers or something, then sat down on one of the folding chairs. “What’s that?” Burton asked, looking at the Wheelie Boy. “Wheelie Boy,” she said.
