n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach-lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended...
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Klaus, Five, and Diego walk into a bar where they see Luther sitting at a table drinking a beer.
"Look." points Klaus. The three boys walk to where Luther is sitting. "Trying a little hair of the dog, are we? Hm?"
"Leave me alone." grumbles Luther.
"Give us a minute." mutters Diego.
"Okay. Come on. Maybe they'll brood each other to death." says Klaus. Klaus and Five walk away from the table, leaving Diego and Luther to talk.
"Look, dad was wrong to lie to you. To all of us." starts Diego.
"Look, I did my time. All right?" states Luther, not wanting to talk with his brothers. "Four years up there, watching and waiting because he said the world needed me. Four years of nothing but soy paste and processed air because I was naive enough to believe that dad's don't lie to their kids. But guess what? The jokes on me.
"I'm done. With all of it. With him. With you. With this family. You wanna save the world, you go right ahead. I'm fine to sit here and finish my beer and...get my...buzz on." finishes Luther as he takes another sip of his beer.
Diego scoffs. "You wanna turn your back on me, the guys, Marah, that's fine. But Allison deserves better than that."
"Allison? What are you talking about?" asks Luther, his interest piqued at the mention of her name.
"Well, we got ahold of Harold Jenkins' police file. Turns out Vanya's boyfriend is a convicted murderer. Who would've saw that coming? A little hard to trust anyone who wears corduroy." states Diego.
"Wait, so... where's Allison now?" asks Luther.
"She and Marah decided to go after Harold Jenkins. Alone." answers Diego.
"You should've led with that." yells Luther. Standing up abruptly from his table and running towards the door, where he rips it off its hinges. "Jesus Christ. Shit."
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We walk into the hospital. Allison pretending as if she's researching for a movie role and me just being the younger sister who has to tag along.
"Mr. Luntz?" asks the Officer with a cheese name. "Mr. Luntz, can you hear me?"
