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This isn't the jungle or the beach, and Desmond lets out a frustated noise and almost turns right back around: he's impatient to be getting on.
But he supposes it's a decent place to kill a couple hours. He won't get any more sleep tonight, and maybe something that isn't Dharma canned soup will do him some good.
So he's a little fidgety as he sits at the Bar, real chips (from home) and a glass of water in front of him. But he's here.
But he supposes it's a decent place to kill a couple hours. He won't get any more sleep tonight, and maybe something that isn't Dharma canned soup will do him some good.
So he's a little fidgety as he sits at the Bar, real chips (from home) and a glass of water in front of him. But he's here.