Jackson snarls to himself, shoving his hands in his pockets
One on one (maybe gay....)
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"what happened?"
"Nothing. We are back at square one. " he snarls back
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"yeah. But it is alright."
"Its not. No. It isnt."
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"there are other places."
"Other? How many. I'm sure not any of them have my brother. Because none of the places are big enough for government or officials or military. God. I'm so stupid. "
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"I'm sorry. I just don't know."
"Well. You tried. " He sighs, stopping
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"Yeah, I guess."
He rubs his eyes again, his head starting to throb again
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"Are you alright?" Colden asked.
"No! I just realized I am acting bipolar and like an ass hole." He barks
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"it's fine."
Jackson growls under his breath
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"oh sush."
"What?"
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"no growling."
"Why not."
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"because it doesn't solve anything."
"Yes it does."
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"whatever."
Jackson snorts but doesn't laugh. He looks around, flipping his hood over his head
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Colden put his hands in his pocket.
"Alright. Where next?"
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"somewhere."
Jordan looks over at him with a glare
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"sorry I don't know everything."
He looks away, "You only knew about this place?" His voice had a tone of forced calm
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"Sorry, Um how about the docks? There are big buildings there."