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Chapter 132: Let's Git'er'done!

Author: Dillon Vera
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  "Yessir- I uh, er- thank you. For understandin'. I will tame this. M'sorry I brought my habit under yer roof," Dillon said to him as Charles stepped up to the door to go inside. 

  "It's ok, kid. I will kindly ask that if you come here again, take some before if you have to, but do not bring any extras with you. I made a promise to my late wife that this would be a drug-free place. Plus, I can't risk the sobriety of the people under my care. It wouldn't be right."

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