"so are you really... happening?"

yes.

"oh. ok."

yes. okay.

it was quiet. he had somehow not decided to question the fact that he could suddenly speak to a deer. he thought, that at that point, it didn't matter. well, as long as the deer didn't push him off.

"why are you out here?"

i could ask you the same.

"well, yes, but i asked first."

very well. i go to places where my spirit is called. this was one of them. why are you here?

"i drove here and now i'm stuck. that's why."

i can surely see that already.

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