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[Sam knew Second City. Yeah, don't remind the guy. Cris tried to be real cool 'bout the whole 'feeding on other people' thing and all that kinda required intimacy when it came to getting your daily vitamins from another person, but, man, nah. He didn't like it. It twisted in his gut. It made all those alarm bells in the guy's head go off—but like the heroin years ago, like Neil, he knew it was something Sam needed and he kept his thoughts to himself. He wasn't no good at denying her, and unlike Neil, she really would die, huh? Without it. He wasn't enough. And he couldn't keep her human or nothing, not just for the sakea sating his own insecurities.—So, yeah, she knew Second City, but that didn't mean he liked it.
And he hadn't been lying on the phone. He was old now, viejo, and he knew Sam prolly needed more than he could give her on that count. She was young. She wanted to go do stuff. And Cris was a good sport, huh? But, he didn't need nonea that, which meant it was never his idea, which mighta been fine, if Sam had been a different kinda person, but she wasn't.—Whatever. He followed her, 'cause he always followed. He didn't mind the volumea the music, and he liked the dancing. People all around looked like they were having a good time and he shook his head, amused by 'em all going so hard just for the sakea it.
He scanned the crowd, but it was too thick and ragtag. He looked at his phone as it vibrated in his palm.] Which one first, mami?