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The Park, Sunday Afternoon
A mysterious letter had appeared in Jack's room at the Arms that morning, and he did... not want to open it. In fact, it was a sign he should probably leave the hotel and not... stick around somewhere he'd be easily found.
Yeah.
Like the park. Maybe if he was lucky, the island would take pity on him, sweep him out of here, and drop him back in his van.
"What do you think, huh?" he asked the flamingo that wandered up on his bench. "... Please don't scream this time."
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Yeah.
Like the park. Maybe if he was lucky, the island would take pity on him, sweep him out of here, and drop him back in his van.
"What do you think, huh?" he asked the flamingo that wandered up on his bench. "... Please don't scream this time."
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"You are still here," spoke the voice of a thousand regrets. "How disappointing."
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Yes. Yes, he would argue, a thousand times yes.
"I thought we'd decided to leave each other alone!"
Without speaking a word, yes, but they didn't really need to, did they?
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Did he need to be so belligerent? Yes.
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She nudged the flamingo aside with the force. Gently, in a way. "I was told you were dead," she said. "I am unsurprised to see you have evaded that fate once again."
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