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... he—cruising along in his sports car—had to pause.
What was up with Eric Vaughn this time? Was it that scrawny, bespectacled creep from the detention cell again, stirring the pot?
Yeah, that guy. Waters had planted him in there on purpose—a twig of a man with thick glasses, meant to keep Eric company so he wouldn't feel too lonely in lockup. Worked like a charm, too. Now, every time Eric spotted a guy with specs, he'd instinctively clutch his backside like it was under siege.
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