"Thank God," he sighs without so much as missing a beat. As though they haven't just been silent for the past however many minutes, as though he's just taking his own turn in the conversation.
"Foul stuff. I told you I didn't want it. It could have been yours, you know, if you'd gone for it."
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"Foul stuff. I told you I didn't want it. It could have been yours, you know, if you'd gone for it."