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The silver Fisker had been sitting on the opposite curb for at least an hour, windows rolled up and music thrumming from inside it because there was no engine noise to drown it out. For most of that hour, Jiang and Proko had been sitting on the roof of the garage, over his little room, passing a joint back and forth.

"Pretty sure he's thirsty as shit," Jiang said casually, holding onto the joint and considering the smoke burning in his lungs. He breathed it out slowly and handed the joint over to Proko. "He's been after my dick since he started going here."