July 2 Twins

 M: Brian's gotta go.

K: That's yesterday's papers. Brian's out. Little Mick's our new man. We agreed on that weeks ago.

M: No, I mean, he's gotta go . . . within twenty-four hours his time expires.

K: Get out.

M: He always told us he wasn't going to make it to thirty.

K: Yeah, but that's just when we're having a laugh.

M: Think so?

K: (. . .)

M: See what I mean?


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