What the hell was he doing here? He could leave now, drop some money on the nightstand to pay for the time he'd taken already and just disappear into the night. He could find something anonymous, or nothing at all. He had to tell Lynch the shit he'd dreamt up didn't work the way it was supposed to.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2016-08-31 01:05 am (UTC)"However you want to get there," he answered.
He shouldn't be wanting this.