[Arthur shifted to give Capa more room to sit. Now that his cabin was his real apartment, instead of that dreamed up hotel room, he had his nice, big bed back. There was plenty of room to share.]
Yeah... [He laughed dryly.] Not if you ask my inmate. [And he took a drink.]
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Yeah... [He laughed dryly.] Not if you ask my inmate. [And he took a drink.]