[The hand is made of stiff leather and yet it moves as flexibly as if it were Al's real hand, settling on Pierce's shoulder with just enough pressure to let himself be led without hurting the older man.]
Right.
[He'd rather go charging off there, but he can see the wisdom in taking it slow.]
Thanks for helping me again. It seems like every time I run into you, you help me out, Mr. Pierce.
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Right.
[He'd rather go charging off there, but he can see the wisdom in taking it slow.]
Thanks for helping me again. It seems like every time I run into you, you help me out, Mr. Pierce.