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The Park, Saturday Afternoon
Price was bundled up, just enjoying the winter air. He had a cigar clenched in his teeth, and was tossing bits of bread at the duck pond, regardless of whether there were actually any birds around.
It was good to be alive, and to be free. He put thoughts about Soap and Soap's well being to the back of his mind. For now, he'd just worry more about his own sanity. Five years in the Gulag were nothing compared with a few days on this island for shaking up his grip on reality.
He stayed perched on his bench, his eyes open and keeping watch over all the corners. He'd be vigilant, even if he felt safe.
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It was good to be alive, and to be free. He put thoughts about Soap and Soap's well being to the back of his mind. For now, he'd just worry more about his own sanity. Five years in the Gulag were nothing compared with a few days on this island for shaking up his grip on reality.
He stayed perched on his bench, his eyes open and keeping watch over all the corners. He'd be vigilant, even if he felt safe.
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Mr. Twain did not yet know if he'd forgive Tully.
"Hiya." Tully waved to Price.
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"You new in town?"
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It didn't strike Price as ironic. It actually felt right to him.
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