texts: I never saw you. </s> <s> Thanks, kid.  Where are you goin' now? </s> <s> I'm goin' straight. No more short cuts. Theo gets into the car. Buzz leans in the open window.
labels: Listen, if straight doesn't work out, you come work for me.  Just make sure nobody's following you. Buzz's face is eerily lit by the glow of the sunset, his halo bouncing in the breeze.