[JW follows him up the steps, keeping his own head low, careful of the beams. He's bonked his own noggin enough for a life time back in his own attic.]
Looks like it... We could sell it--I mean, hah, neither of us need anything like that.
[As he says this, he turns his head and flexes one of his bony arms. His sleeve falls down to his elbow.]
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Looks like it... We could sell it--I mean, hah, neither of us need anything like that.
[As he says this, he turns his head and flexes one of his bony arms. His sleeve falls down to his elbow.]