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open. “Landon?” Robert asked, but when the man finally poked his head up, his thick black eyebrows rising up his expansive forehead, he hesitated. “Where’s Landon?” The man shifted a massive wad of gum from one pale cheek to the other. Gum…what kind of fifty-year-old man chews gum? One with chronic halitosis, that’s who. A skinny, bald man with arms like chicken legs and legs like chicken arms. “Landon cut out early, had some
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