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estdeus_innobisDay 299, Friday, March 26th
The Butcher Shop
Closing time
Should go see Syl, I know. Should go talk to Hope, now that the child's born. Should do something.
Knew when the child came. Life leads to death, after all, and so I know birth. Not the deep way, not like others know birth and life and blood and all that, but there's something of me there still.
Never really been one for action, me. Oče always told me a man should be slow to anger, slow to act. There's an old story. Man walks into a town, and there's four men fighting in the street. He asks a man watching what happened. The first man, a young man, stepped on an older man's foot. The older man, a irritable drunk, attacked the younger man. A passer-by, like the storyteller, saw the younger man fighting the older man, and immediately struck at the younger man to defend the old man. A fourth man, from the village, saw two men fighting a third, and attacked the two, thinking they had ambushed the one, younger man.
Shouln't pick a fight before you know what's going on.
I should go see Syl. Figure Hope's told her about me, and it's a cruel thing not to see her myself. Don't know what to say, though. Figure now it's best to stay friends and no more with her. But then, Hope wanted someone for Syl, and no mind if it was me. Shake my head as I start cleaning up. Never been good at this sort of thing.
[Open to Syl]
The Butcher Shop
Closing time
Should go see Syl, I know. Should go talk to Hope, now that the child's born. Should do something.
Knew when the child came. Life leads to death, after all, and so I know birth. Not the deep way, not like others know birth and life and blood and all that, but there's something of me there still.
Never really been one for action, me. Oče always told me a man should be slow to anger, slow to act. There's an old story. Man walks into a town, and there's four men fighting in the street. He asks a man watching what happened. The first man, a young man, stepped on an older man's foot. The older man, a irritable drunk, attacked the younger man. A passer-by, like the storyteller, saw the younger man fighting the older man, and immediately struck at the younger man to defend the old man. A fourth man, from the village, saw two men fighting a third, and attacked the two, thinking they had ambushed the one, younger man.
Shouln't pick a fight before you know what's going on.
I should go see Syl. Figure Hope's told her about me, and it's a cruel thing not to see her myself. Don't know what to say, though. Figure now it's best to stay friends and no more with her. But then, Hope wanted someone for Syl, and no mind if it was me. Shake my head as I start cleaning up. Never been good at this sort of thing.
[Open to Syl]
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