After giving one of the more important goodbyes -
of a sort - last night, Bruce treated himself to a night on the town on the mainland. What exactly that meant, he wasn't about to say. He didn't spread rumors about his social life, after all. He just enabled the tabloid media to do so
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Jims liked knocking.
"Bruce?"
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And then he made his way over to the door, put on his friendliest smile, and opened it.
"Rilla. Jims, it's been years," Bruce said. Was he testing to see if a small child could understand parallel timelines moving at varied speeds? No, he was making a joke that, much like everything above his shins, was over Jims' head.
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"Jims, I need to walk," Rilla said, frowning down at him. "Hello, Bruce. He's a little shy with people he doesn't remember. He'll warm up."
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He turned back to Jims. "My name is Bruce. Welcome to my... Well, not my home. But where I sleep, at the very least."
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