[Spike looks back to the tree, pulling the cigarette from his mouth which then hangs ajar, then looks back to Vicious. Looks back to the tree, shrugs his shoulders.]
Ahhh, you know.
Just now. Found it like this.
[The lie comes easy, without him really even thinking about it. But still, he looks away when he says it, almost immediately looking toward the floor and pulling on that cigarette again.]
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Ahhh, you know.
Just now. Found it like this.
[The lie comes easy, without him really even thinking about it. But still, he looks away when he says it, almost immediately looking toward the floor and pulling on that cigarette again.]
Fucked up, right?