ashtray has never really been anybody’s son. he’s never been claimed, never been wanted enough to be able to confidently call himself somebody’s son. other than of course, fez. but he never that that counted. they weren’t really brothers. they protected eachother like brothers.. but they weren’t. he was… his business partner.

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The morning sun was still weak, filtering through the chain-link fence in pale yellow strips. The parking lot smelled like warm asphalt and stale cigarette smoke from the older kids huddled by the bike racks.

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