The tag on the restaurant’s dumpster looked vaguely Satanic but wasn’t anything Garth was familiar with.
He smoked, trying to enjoy it, but also feeling like smoking was a pet he was gonna have to put to sleep.
New city, new climate, new life.
Garth heard a scraping sound, multiple scraping sounds, overlapping with laughter. He was very familiar with those sounds.
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