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[i]Donny rose, absolutely soaked in gore. He moved up beside Andy, swaying unsteadily with the hopelessly bloody cigarette stuck to his left cheek. He angled an ear towards the old man in a way reminiscent of a listening dog, awaiting a much anticipated response. Donny seemed even more calm than usual, despite appearing a little off balance. The kind of calm you see in someone after they find the person who killed their parents, shot their horse, and burned their house down. The quiet before the storm.[/i]