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[Stein's sitting on his porch on a swing, relaxing. Yep. He's just relaxing. Not contemplating ways out of town, the mystery of how it can even exist, what he's heard from his contacts who've been to Westport...and certainly not watching people pass by from behind his reflective glasses.]
*sigh* This place really isn't so bad, after all...even if it isn't what it pretends to be.
[There's room on the swing for one more, if anyone wants to talk with him. Share theories. Talk dissection. Science homework. Anything, really. ]
*sigh* This place really isn't so bad, after all...even if it isn't what it pretends to be.
[There's room on the swing for one more, if anyone wants to talk with him. Share theories. Talk dissection. Science homework. Anything, really. ]