Setting the chalk down there and looking to his chalky fingers now, he falls quiet for a moment before he looks back up to Jesus. "I know how it is," he says. "How you sort of want to fight against all this and not, you know, get used to it all. People get houses, jobs, fucking married here and it pissed me off a lot. Bothered me. Sometimes still does. Cause it feels like settling and giving up. Just accepting this is your life now. It's a tough pill to swallow for some."
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