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Prompt: 089. Shirt  “Hey, uh…Gee? Can I talk to you?” Frank asked, stepping out of the tour bus. They had stopped at a truck stop so that the bus driver could rest and everyone could get out and stretch their legs. It was a good idea, for the polluted, open air of the truck stop was a welcome change to the cramped, un-oxygenated tour bus.  “Sure. What is it?” Gerard said, scooting over on the bench that sat conveniently beside the vending machines. Frank sat down beside him, biting his lip and watching the smoke swirl out of Gerard’s cigarette.  “You’re brother…Mikey…he, uh…he’