[ frank finishes his sandwich and drinks more of his moonshine as he watches her slowly fall under the tide of consciousness. he thinks she deserves some rest now so he wouldn't dream of disturbing her. instead he slides the half jar still full of booze over to entrust with her, then divests himself of his jacket and places it around her shoulders. she's welcome to keep it or leave it on the porch when she inevitably leaves. sparing her one last parting glance, he goes inside to read and maybe be lucky to catch a few dreamless hours of sleep himself. goodnight lady, he thinks before leaving her behind, wishing he knew her name. ]
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