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It's pouring. Jin runs quickly through the village, a quickly dissolving paper bag clutched in his right hand. He gets to Sawyer's door and knocks, shaking some of the rain out of his hair. He realizes how long it's been since he talked to his close friend. He wonders what to call him. Sawyer, Jim, James? Obviously Lafleur wasn't necessary anymore, but he didn't know what his friend preferred these days.
CLUNK. He rolls his eyes and realizes that the Dharma beer he's rescued from his warm fridge have busted through the bag and are now rolling all over the porch. He scrambles to pick them up.
CLUNK. He rolls his eyes and realizes that the Dharma beer he's rescued from his warm fridge have busted through the bag and are now rolling all over the porch. He scrambles to pick them up.