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It was good to have his mini-fridge back thought Johnny, pushing a beer bottle aside to grab a cold can of Coke.
Standing up, he scanned the interior of his office, noting all of the personal effects that needed cleaning out. He’d give it to his old Sensei, though. At least he’d kept everything neat and organized.
Reaching to the cabinet, Johnny pulled off the photograph of Kreese in his military uniform, rifle in hand, ready to fight a war.
He swallowed his drink, letting his eyes linger on that face.
Then he tossed the portrait into the garbage can.