[At that, Dixon actually breaks out laughing. It's so incredible and unexpected that a kind of perverse humor hits him like a lightning bolt. He actually cracks up so fast that the twitch in his face opens up some of the plasma scab around his cheek.]
You're shitting me.
[His laughter collapses into an almost giggle and he exhales deep.]
It's 2017 where I'm from. Two-thousand seventeen years since baby Jesus.
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You're shitting me.
[His laughter collapses into an almost giggle and he exhales deep.]
It's 2017 where I'm from. Two-thousand seventeen years since baby Jesus.