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[Sam is, as per usual, buried under heaps of research. Sadly he’s not making much headway. It seems that he is really and truly stuck in the fgtbox and no amount of symbolism or incantation can get him out.
True to form, he is settled in a room that’s close to any of the hundreds of motel rooms he and his brother have held up in. There are other places he could be, but none of them feel right. It’s a sad day when you feel the most at home when your bed vibrates for the right amount of money.
Frustrated, He slams closed the heavy book and pushes it to the side, leans back in his chair with a sigh and rubs his temples.]
This is impossible…
True to form, he is settled in a room that’s close to any of the hundreds of motel rooms he and his brother have held up in. There are other places he could be, but none of them feel right. It’s a sad day when you feel the most at home when your bed vibrates for the right amount of money.
Frustrated, He slams closed the heavy book and pushes it to the side, leans back in his chair with a sigh and rubs his temples.]
This is impossible…