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Maniac's been a little out of sight lately, it seems, but he's in clear view now - settled just outside the hotel, munching quietly on a bag of chips and watching the sky. He can just see clouds in the distance, heavy, massing, threatening a storm.
Not yet, though, and he stares thoughtfully at the runners he's wearing, a size too big, scuffed and dirty. They remind him of home, the buffalo pens, the way Amanda complained at him 'cause he smelled like a zoo and her new slippers were covered in buffalo poop. It's a funny feeling to think of home. He hasn't in a few days.
He's getting used to it, here, and that's starting to almost worry him.
Not yet, though, and he stares thoughtfully at the runners he's wearing, a size too big, scuffed and dirty. They remind him of home, the buffalo pens, the way Amanda complained at him 'cause he smelled like a zoo and her new slippers were covered in buffalo poop. It's a funny feeling to think of home. He hasn't in a few days.
He's getting used to it, here, and that's starting to almost worry him.