Logan nodded, "Well, I brought mine along", he motioned over to his bag. That's when he saw her shake, and remembered that he felt like shit. He laid his head back and started to talk, "I stashed along a small flask of smirnoff, it's sewn under my bag, tell me if you need some, this is gonna be hell, and sleeps the way out, and vodka leads to sleep", he coughed, he felt it come on, damn...
"Let's keep talking, it'll get us through this",he panted.

"So, where'd you get your eyes from, mom or pop?", he spoke.

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