"Lot rusty," he says with an equal, if tired, smile. "But, thanks. Glad you could dig." It feels good to just shoot the shit, sing with a guitar and not worry about what's going on outside. "You know, Raylan and me, we're looking at fixing this place up. Give it a real deep clean. Maybe people will come here. You could play for a crowd. We could go on tour."
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