you two have things to work out, I’ll leave. You know where to find me. I just figured since you got me this job and all.”

“No, wait!” Shannon called after him as the figure slipped through the cracked door like an overturned jar of ink.

“What did they say about me!” Shannon hollered after him as the door clicked shut.

“You’re an asshole,” Margaret told him, bluntly, folding her arms across her breasts.

“I know,” he said, sighing as he went in search of her Tolkien pipe.

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