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Diablo packs up his saws, and a few minutes later we’re making our way back outside, squinting in the bright morning sun. “Well, that was a lot of drama for a Tuesday. Were the saws really necessary?” I ask him. “I know,” he says. “But it made her take us seriously. And with my height and general appearance, I need the fucking saws, Lex.”
