"There's no reason now! I'm not dumb and you people can't dick me around, and the whole institution is rigged and the ship's going down!"

Being home with people he cared about had been great, but Dane had left for work and there was a certain kind of bliss to being alone in the apartment without pollen buzzing in his head, or the thrum of the horny or frustrated crowds in a small town at sea. Instead there was the city, chugging along as it always did, and Atton - or Jack, who knew the distinction anymore - puttering around his bedroom with That Record on, bellowing along while he worked out ( what to do with all of his old stuff. )

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