This fic is rated R
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Chris opened the door cautiously. Had he known who was behind it he would have thrown the doors open.
"Torn?"
With a lit cigarette in his unshaven mouth Torn smiled broadly. "You thought I was dead didn't yah? Hah!"
Chris clapped his hand and brought him close like he would a brother. "Good to see you Torn."
"Aye, that it is. Whiskey?"
"No thanks. Torn this is Molly."
Molly had a pleasant look on her face. She shook his hand and bowed slightly. "A pretty one. You look just as good as you did back at the bar."
"So, how did you survive?"
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