gonna never have to die
Smoking on the front step, Scud considers the past week and the hazy future. It's not exactly deep thinking. He doesn't know what he'd call it. Foolishness, maybe, or obsessive; both sound pretty accurate, so obsessive foolishness. Pulling back mentally from this problem, he exhales slow and relaxed, mouth pursed just so. The bubble of smoke leaves
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