Mitchell shot him a glance from the corner of his eyes. "It's George," he said, "You just wait out the flailing and tell him to go piddle out on the lawn."
... They had their own kind of shorthand. "So what's next on our list?" he asked, "Find a place to stay overnight, see how the town's been doing..."
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... They had their own kind of shorthand. "So what's next on our list?" he asked, "Find a place to stay overnight, see how the town's been doing..."