Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180408173218/@comment-3293219-20180412233725

"Pfft... Gramps had taste, just runs in the family." The Sweater Vest guard shrugged, indifferently.

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Justin found himself in some sort of squat, with a burning dumpster at the center of the room for everyone to gather around at night. It wasn't quite night yet, so the room was vacant, minus a rough sleeper.