Oh yeah, 'cause I do nothing. Screw you, Don. I'll see you at home. [And he closes the journal, too drowsy to put up with any more shit. He'll take a nap in the shade, and he'll like it, because time is fleeting and once they go back, the sun will be a rarity again.
He'll come back home later tonight, a few hours after the sun sets, hunt down Don and try to talk to him again.]
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He'll come back home later tonight, a few hours after the sun sets, hunt down Don and try to talk to him again.]