All of two seconds progress towards the eventual heat
death of the sun and the longest two seconds in his personal history because Derek
realized he might be fucked but good, remembering the valet's time with the car
but not able to communicate the intel, not before the two sterling examples of
Zumwalt's finest splashed light into the car trunk and took in the Friday night
surprise - maybe a child, maybe a woman, maybe just a heap of something
resembling little more than a wheelbarrows worth of congealing Manwich.
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