Chapter 2

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Small. Cute. In a Stephen King movie sort of way. People seem to be happy... I don't trust that.

"Eli. Eli." I take my headphones out and look at Abby, who's driving the truck.

"Yeah?"

"We're almost there."

"Okay." I put my headphones back on.

At least the ice cream place looks... good?

"Oh." I take off my headphones as we pull up to this small shack of a house.

"It's a little small, but very cute." For some reason, Abby thinks if she smiles enough it makes everything better.

"Cute like a mosquito."

"Just try and enjoy it."

Try... maybe...

"I'm gonna go and look around town." I walk out of the house.

"Wait!" Roger... my eyes literally rolling to the back of my head. "What do you think you're doing? We've still got boxes to unpack." He looks angry, ready to shit on the deck.

"Rog..." Abby to the rescue again. "Let him explore." Roger stands there, embarrassed like the little child he is, as I walk away.

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