“Nasty habit. I know I shouldn’t do it, but I can’t fuckin’ stop. My grandma would have my ass if she heard me talk like this all the time.”

Too bad she was dead and gone, so she couldn’t stop him. Nevertheless, he started to walk towards his home.

“It ain’t much, but it’s nice, I swear.”
Homeless shelter? Is he mad?

Her visor polarized, but before it did, there was a hint of a smile in her eyes.

“You swear about as much as I do.” Cal nodded. “Lead on. You won’t see me, but I’ll be right behind you.”

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