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we both know the depths karr would go to to cause kitt or myself harm. as for garthe. thatβs what really worries me. β ( car shifted into gear, pulling off! )
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letβs see what she can do. β ( keys snagged & jingled in his palm. nothing comparable to kitt he already knows, but still he wonders. traveled around & unlocking the doors for them, sinking inside & starting the engine! )
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( michael tries not to beat around the bush whenever kitt is on the line. devon approves, & sends him on his way with his traditional god speed farewell. nearly bounding from the main entrance. he driving? )
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( he nods, lips forming a somewhat hopeful grin. ) β meet ya out front. β ( right after he alerts devon of their plans that is. retreating out from under her touch, hands inserted into his pockets. )
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alright. sounds like a plan. what can i help carry? if anything? β ( bonnie is very independent. the likelihood of her handing over the bag she sports is unlikely, yet the gentlemen in him always asks. )
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( it keeps him somewhat regulated!! ) β uh, i do. yeah. itβs in a remote area of the desert. β ( where the unrelenting sun gets hot enough to melt rocks! )
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( pacing circles around the garage. is there a trench in the floor yet. )
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( too little too late. )
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( because he was yelling kittβs name for fun at the dead of night. OBVIOUSLY HEβS REALLY GONE. )
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Emotions aren't picky. They get the better of all of us eventually.
