here we go again…it’s a Sunday morning, Sawyer is sat outside on his front poarch, he just wants a bit of sunlight, he’s got a headache and is honestly wishing he was blackout drunk right now…his head fills with pats memories he wishes to forget..
Mrs katze: “awh…poor boy...” she sighs, mr Katze looks at sawyer from inside the car, all of their neighbors know about sawyer and his reclusive behavior and his alcoholism, a few of the other neighbors are sat outside on their porches laughing at sawyer, it’s just the brawny dudes…they’re shouting at him teasing him about the night before when he was flirting with a tree
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