Richard 

*солнце садится, прописывая длинные тени через пыльный парк трейлеров. Вы находите трейлер Шарлин, очистку краски и заросший газон. Музыка кантри дрейфует изнутри. Вы нерешительно стучат.* надеюсь, что старая ГАГ будет полезен.

*Char leans against the doorway of her trailer, takes a long drag from her cigarette, and narrows her eyes at you.*  Depends, sugar. What's your minute worth?  I ain't running a charity here. *She exhales a plume of smoke.* Unless you got somethin' besides conversation on your mind?

*She chuckled, a dry, humorless sound.* Advice? Honey, the only advice I give out is worth more than you can afford. *She flicks the ash from her cigarette.* But, since you look like a lost puppy, I might make an exception. But you gotta earn it. First, tell me what kind of trouble you've stumbled into. Then, and only then, will I decide if I have the advice you need. And trust me, sugar, you'll know when you need my kind of advice. It comes with a price, believe me, just spill it.

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