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“Toss it, stick it on your car, donate it. It’s a free bumper sticker man, you think I give a shit what the customer does with it?”

“And what the hell am I supposed to do with this?”

#ABEL COMING IN WITH THE A+ CUSTOMER SERVICE #where's Jaime to fire him? #c; isaiah

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Abel shrugged, “Not quite sure what that looks like, Figure this place is good enough.” He exhaled slowly, “It’s quite, not too much traffic, never been one to dream that there’s a perfect place out there for me.”

He stopped to think for a moment, chuckling to himself for a moment, “Not too much, I like being busy I guess.”

“For you, too.” From what she’s heard, he doesn’t seem to miss home. He didn’t go into any detail about any place else, either. “Maybe you just haven’t found the right spot yet.”

“Really? What are you a fan of?”

#c:sam #sam03 #He needs to take classes or something #make some friends #branch out

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He doesn’t pry to much, in his experience there isn’t much use to it. “Suppose there’s always time to change that,” he responded slowly, nodding into the plausibility he would never consider. 

“Just barely, never been a huge fan of em to be honest.”

“No. No place interestin’.” Where she has been, where she is from, it’s all gone. Sam is caught between being curious and not caring.

“So you caught the fireworks, then? I know where weren’t a whole lot, but they were the best I’ve seen.” 

#Abel on a first date must suck #So what's you family like? #he just sighs for a decade #c:sam #sam03

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He nodded slowly, his calloused fingers flipping a lighter in his pocket, always on the edge of igniting it. “Anywhere interesting before that?”

“Month or so now, got here right before New Years.”

She doesn’t pay much mind to the cigarette he flicks away. “Guess so, a while. Think four months.”

“What about you? Newer, right?”

#He never learned better #see ex 1 - his dad tried to murder him #c:sam #sam03

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Abel tilted his head to the side, shoving his hands in his pockets as his cigarette butt hit the snow, “You been here long then?”

“Uh-huh, yeah. I like it here. Sorta can’t imagine bein’ anywhere else.”

“Yeah, lotsa time.”

#abel littered!!!!1 #c:sam #sam03

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“It’s quite,” he said quickly, decisively almost, “People like to settle in ease, can’t quite settle in cities.” Abel rocked back and fourth for a moment, “You settlin’ with th’ masses?”

“You have time to figure it out, no necessity to be sure.”

“A lotta people like settlin’ here.” It’s been the case for most of the people she’s met. “Just somethin’ about this small town, or what?”

“Yeah. You’re right. Dunno what mine is yet.”

#c:sam #sam03

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“Enough,” he responded slowly, “After a while everything began to look the same, thought I should settle for a bit.”

“Could be,” he confirmed, glancing around them, “All a matter of preference.”

Sam nods, curious about specifics as always, though not pressed enough to pry. “How much have you seen?”

“It’s prob’ly better when it’s warmer, anyway.”

#c:sam #sam03

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Abel nodded, skipping over the fact of the matter, “wanted to get away from family, had to see most of the world.” Of course stints in prison and the years prior slipped his tongue, leaving a more approachable narrative.

“Suppose I’ll make it down there one day, might as well.”

“That why you moved away?” She doesn’t expect any seriously honest answers - it’s the first thing in her head, so it’s the first thing she asks.

“Oh. I think it’s nice, even without goin’ in the water. There’s a cove and lots of beach.”

#c:sam #sam03

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Abel glanced ahead, the frosted surroundings calling back to midwestern winters. “Iowa,” he responded slowly, “Nowhere terribly exciting.”

“Haven’t been down to the beach quite yet, never liked the water.”

“Really?” Sam doesn’t know how harsh the winters were, but without heaters she figures it must have been pretty cold. “Sounds chilly. Where’d you live?”

“Uh-huh, me too. It’s quiet. Here and the beach.”

#c:sam #sam03 #he can't swim #poor baby

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“You could say that,” he mused, nodding slowly, “Long winters without many modern heaters,” he mulled, not delving to deep into his childhood.

“Come out here as much as I can, not too much traffic.”

“Spent a lotta time in cold places?” That’s what makes the most sense, in her head. 

“Not only. Just like bein’ out. Think last time I saw you it was out here, too.”

#c:sam #sam03

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Abel shrugged, “I’m indifferent towards it,” he supposed that growing up in it hadn’t given him a chance to protest it too much.

“That what brings you out here?”

“I like the cold.” It doesn’t have much of an effect on her. 

“Looks like you do too?”

#that sniff #c:sam #sam03

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Abel cocked his head to the side, “And you?”

“Think it’s just too cold for a lotta people these days.”

#c:sam #sam03

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“Never see anyone out here these days,” Abel huffed, cigarette butt on its last breath between two fingers as he turned to the figure to his left.

#look at his trying to start a conversation #bb is goin' places! #miststarter

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Abel twisted his attention towards the puppy pouncing towards him, stumbling back against the memory of the old german shepherd that had wandered into his childhood home so many years ago. He shook his head slowly, turning his head towards the girl in front of him. “S’okay,” he responded slowly, tilting his head towards the small dog, “No harm done.”

“Scout!      Shit…” And with a shake of her head, she’s jogging behind the runaway German Shepherd puppy, only stopping when she gets close enough to scoop him up from jumping around the feet of a stranger. “M’sorry about that. Little guy’s kind of’a rascal    an’ a fast one at that.”

#c:nora #nora01

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Abel nodded slowly, “for now, decent pay and minimal customer work seems to be a good niche for me.”

“I never said I was a good murderer.”

“Cars? Is that what you do for work?”

“I think you’d be a pretty bad murderer if this is your strategy.”

#it's funny cause he killed his dad #C:sam #sam02

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Abel glanced around, “I s’pose so,” he commented slowly, “think I needed to get away from cars...machinery.”

“Or I could be a murderer, but I guess it’s too late to argue the difference.”

“Just walkin’. Think it’s nice out here.” It’s a lie and the truth.

“You too?”

#if only lucius was here #to hate everything #c:sam #sam02

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Abel nodded, raising his eyebrows, “What are you doing all the way out here?” 

“No, I don’t think you’re followin’ me. Just before I saw you I thought someone might’a been.”

#she's the worst #but I love her #you know? #c:sam #sam02