"S'ain't right, son." Jack mumbled out, taking another drink and leaning back on his chair. "'Don't even know where t'start on 'ow 'is ain't right." He could feel the tension, but wasn't sure how to begin to talk about it. If they even should talk about it. This was suddenly seeming like an awful idea.
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