"Damn." Sam says, realizing that even having his cellphone made it easy for anyone who looked to find him. His instincts were shot and he was making stupid mistakes.
It was a wonder he wasn't dead already.
"I don't suppose there's any way you'll leave without saying your piece, is there?" he asks.
"If not, do you at least want a beer?" he asks.
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