[He keeps his eyes shut, leaning back a bit, stumbling almost, but his feet merely search for a closer place to a tree behind him. Soon he's leaning against it, lids barely open, searching his battered shoes and damp lower pantlegs.]
Lots of things, at least up here I have a sense of freedom. Even if it's kind of, a sham, really.
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Lots of things, at least up here I have a sense of freedom. Even if it's kind of, a sham, really.