Grunter opened the wallet and counted, "Twenty, thirty, five, and one, two," then jiggled the coins in his pocket.
"Lar, do you think Nick is in there?"
"I hope not brother, I hope not."
Grunter left and a few minutes later came back carrying a glass containing ice in a golden liquid. He would sip, then shake the glass, making the cubes tinkle against the edge of the glass, then sip again.
He took a tee-shirt from the basket, tossing it, then turned the whole basket upside down, kicking the clothes, "Next time take care of the laundry on time."
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