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>[And you're sure you didn't want me to come along?]
>Nah. Just cause I'm bumming around doesn't mean I want you taking time off work.
>'Sides, I'm hitting up something dingy and seedy. Nothing you should be exposed to.
>[Babe, we live in Spaghetti Town. That's all of East End you're describing.]
>So imagine what it means when I say something.
>[Look... Just call me if anything, okay?]
>[You going from eating three loaves of french bread and watching The Princess Bride on loop to 'hitting the town' the next day is a bit scary.]
>I'll be fine.
*Thud*
"Watch where you're fuckin' going, bitch!"
A disgruntled, drunken, dullard of a man curls his fingers around Ash's collar.
>[What was that?!]
>I'll call you later- Love you.
Ash hung up and slid the phone into her pocket, stranger's hand still gripping at her shirt.
"Listen, boy. What's your fucking problem-?!"
The man's words were cut off by a sickening headbutt.
