- Aug 9, 2016
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"I don't want anybody to clock the fucker for me. I don't want to be goddamn saved," he said, stopping pacing long enough to pull out a cigarette and light it. It wouldn't do much for him. The smoke would be turned into pure, clean air by the time it got into his lungs. But the burn in his throat was nice and he'd at least get a little nicotine. Plus it gave him something to do with his hands. While he took the first couple of puffs, he smoothed down his hair, pushing it over one eye in that iconic look he had worn when he first arrived on the island.
"Fine though. Whatever. We can talk to him... whenever. I'll just- fuck, I'll follow your lead. This isn't my fuckin' game anymore."
"Fine though. Whatever. We can talk to him... whenever. I'll just- fuck, I'll follow your lead. This isn't my fuckin' game anymore."