Hey, man, I hope you don't mind if we don't talk too long.
That's okay. How are you, farmboy? Tired?
Tired and I'm waiting for the damned school year to end. But there's still, like, two and a half weeks more to go, so I can't check out yet.
And speaking about checking out, I'm just checking in, saying "Here I am, how are you, life is blessedly okay." I don't take it for granted.
You doin' okay?
Yeah. A little tired, perhaps, but generally good.
Glad to hear it.
You want to go to sleep, farmboy? You sound really tired.
Oh, man, I'm just fuckin' exhausted. I'm sorry.
No reason to be. Good night, farmboy.
Good night, pal.
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