Crap. I've got little you here. I really don't want Lucifer getting his hands on him. We may crash with pizza. You can be Uncle Sam...or some bullshit story.
No, me and the little squirt are going to the races. If Lucifer loses his shit, Anna's going to come get us then pop in and get you. That's the escape plan. Doesn't really matter where we're at. The races distracts the little one. Besides it's awesome
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