Thanks. [He accepts the apples without question, slipping one into his jacket pocket, leaning the other on one of the shooting ranges, and biting into the third.]
Me too. Kind of a little shit, huh? [Which he's saying with a sort of fondness that implies that this was kind of a weird trip down memory lane. Sure, things had been different, but he'd looked and sounded a hell of a lot like him, when he was that age.] And that outfit, man. Not exactly regulation.
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Me too. Kind of a little shit, huh? [Which he's saying with a sort of fondness that implies that this was kind of a weird trip down memory lane. Sure, things had been different, but he'd looked and sounded a hell of a lot like him, when he was that age.] And that outfit, man. Not exactly regulation.
[He offers her his rifle.]