[ the answer doesn't come, and it doesn't bother him that it doesn't. to know such a thing feels like an unearned intimacy, an assumption made between friends. laurent doesn't have friends. he brings the nut down with force onto the table, cracking it open with a sharp sound. it splits neatly, two halves in his palm, the soft center revealed. ]
Maybe they'll have me pick up bird shit for a year instead. [ he's not as concerned with his looming punishment as he is with the fact that D might be forced to join him. he doesn't want company. ] I doubt it'll be any worse than where I came from.
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Maybe they'll have me pick up bird shit for a year instead. [ he's not as concerned with his looming punishment as he is with the fact that D might be forced to join him. he doesn't want company. ] I doubt it'll be any worse than where I came from.