Monday dawned warm and rainless. Buddy awoke early and shuffled about his room. He shifted a few papers. He packed his tin with grass and filled his gin flask. Then, with the relaxed calm one can only muster on such a pleasant day, Buddy lay back in his bed and considered the situation so subtly that in a few moments he was no longer thinking at all.
By Kylar Loussikian
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