Jared Grant walked into the Starbucks, sighing. His signature katana, Solar Claw, and his revolver, Klink, were on his person. He was wearing a brown leather jacket, a red T-shirt, and blue jeans, as well as combat boots. He saw JT and recognized him, his older and weathered face breaking into a grin
"Well shit, if it isn't the cowboy himself"
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