"I know you do...I just wish he wouldn't just count on that."
He had for too long, before, and then 21 had left a bit-- to grow up, to heal a little, heal a scab ready to return and be picked at a little more, but-- still.
"I mean, I'm his henchman, it's expected. And I don't mind. Besides, I can hide these without him knowing." The beer bottle tossed in the trash can as he pulled the bag out. "I'll see you tomorrow, have a good night, m...Sheila." He caught himself, maybe he'd be able to keep it.
He'll get it eventually. For now, he waved and headed on back out to ditch the trash, so he could head upstairs to play one of his games a while, then off to bed.
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He had for too long, before, and then 21 had left a bit-- to grow up, to heal a little, heal a scab ready to return and be picked at a little more, but-- still.
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"Goodnight, Gary. And thanks for all this. I appreciate it."
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