"So," Franklin panted, pulling himself into the cabin. "Where do we go now? There ain't no Los Santos left to lick."
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The sun was setting over Los Santos, painting the Vinewood sign in a deep, bloody orange. Michael De Santa stood on his balcony, drink in hand, looking out at the Pacific. But the ocean didn’t look right. It wasn’t waving; it was retreating . "So," Franklin panted, pulling himself into the cabin