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[theblowfish]

So uh, at first I thought this was just a temporary thing. You know, get dumped off in the ball pit while Mom and Dad eat a cheeseburger or whatever. But now I'm stuck here? [He's not sure if that's a statement or a question.]

What the fuck?

[The Welcome Center was nice and everything, but he didn't expect the change to be permanent.]

I got shit to do back home, yo. I never finished my stuffed crust or showed by baby bro Locomotive Breath or got to see Kanye flip his shit in concert. 

Just show me where the Greyhound station is and it's all good. 

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[grigio]

[She grins, laughing slightly.] I wish.

I arrived in it, actually. And I've looked for an exit. There really isn't one.

[theblowfish]

I want to know how you got a car and all I got was the shit in my pockets. Isn't gas expensive?

[grigio]

It is. Getting a job helps with that, though.

I'm Julie, by the way.

[theblowfish]

Jesse. So what is it that you do around here, Julie?

[grigio]

I do take-out deliveries for my friends restaurant and am learning to be a mechanic.

Welcome to the City, by the way. Sorry you're stuck here.

[theblowfish]

Dude, I could totally go for some takeout. What kind of restaurant is it?

I'll be ok. I've been in bad spots before.

[grigio]

It's a coffee house - slash - tea shop that has some killer roast beef sandwiches.

Hey, Jesse. I have a couple hours to kill before I have to be back at the garage. You hungry?

[theblowfish]

Oh my God, that sounds amazing, yo. YES. I'm at the Welcome Center if you're offering a lift.

[grigio]

See you in a bit. Keep your eyes peeled for a red Mercedes two-seater.

[And a blonde girl with really weird sun-gold eyes.]