...That's fair. And Pokey knows it. He opens his mouth to say one more thing. To say...he doesn't know. What does he say?
And then he knows what to say.]
Take care of yourself.
[And walks away, hands in his pockets. He can't help but keep his head down as he walks away a bit either. Or stop himself from kicking one of the closer stall tables near him as he does leave.
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...That's fair. And Pokey knows it. He opens his mouth to say one more thing. To say...he doesn't know. What does he say?
And then he knows what to say.]
Take care of yourself.
[And walks away, hands in his pockets. He can't help but keep his head down as he walks away a bit either. Or stop himself from kicking one of the closer stall tables near him as he does leave.
Some things change. Some don't.]