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[22;; Burnt food]

Vincent glances at Rody, and Rody continues to talk.

"My manager and me and my friends, we don't get along but dont mind eachothers company, it's kinda weird, you know? Like us, in a way." Rody says, and Vincent nods.

Rody goes on and on before Vincent makes a small comment.

"Been a while since the incident, huh?"

Vincent says, and Rody nods. Vincent sighs and looks down at the ground.

"Sorry for uh bringing that up."
"No, it's fine!" Rody says, putting his hands up and reassuring Vince.

"Alright..."

Vincent mumbles and looks around.
"So how've you been?"
He asks.
"Just great!"
Rody says.
"Wouldn't be funny if today was the last time we ever talked?" Rody says and chuckles.
"Oh no! Not again, I wouldn't bear that." Vincent says sarcastically.

“Go to hell.”

Rody flinches, and Vincent looks at him.

"You alright there?"

Vincent asks, and Rody nods. They both walk about again until Vincent has to go. He walks off and waves as Rody watches from a distance. Rody gets on his bike and starts pedaling away. To his apartment and back to the couch. As he pedals, he spots someone running off with a stack of papers. Tripping. Rody gets off his bike and goes over to help them up.

"Ouh - thank you, thank you! Sorry for bothering you - ..." They say, looking up at Rody and Rody brushes it off.
"It's okay!"

Once they have all of their papers back, Rody goes back onto his bike and waves as they wave back. He continues to bike until it starts raining. He must be in a far part of town.

As he bikes, he looks up and sees a cat in the rain. Rody gets off his bike and picks up the cat gently. Putting it on the other side of the road where it was heading and under a tree so it doesn't get wet. He goes back to the other side of the road and dries the bike seat with his sleeve.

Pedaling off again and splashing through the rain.

“Your vulnerable, you know. You help everyone you can. Thinking before yourself.”
He stops and looks around.

The rain caught on his hair and splashed off of his hair.

"Hello!?"

Rody calls out, and a car drives by. He sees no one, but he swore he heard someone. He gets back on his bike and starts riding off fast.
“You can escape me. I'm inside your mind.” Rody keeps pedaling until he makes it to his street. He stops to take a breather and sighs.

His bike falling and he stands staring up at the sky.

“Your worst enemy is yourself.”

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