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17| Chapter 12.67:
Summer Stroll South

I’m Not A Saint

The brained man catches the suited man at the end of Summer Stroll South. It’s a short, mossy walk, a branch path between The Horseshoe Trail and the greater Summer Stroll route.

The brained man tries to convene with the suited man at The Triangle. “Ain’t never asked for much. I’m not a saint but I got prayers, Chuck,” he says, a song sang in spoken word. “All I ever fuckin’ wanted was to be amazing…”

The suited man walks through The Gateway and gazes Greens Pond.

“What if my prayers are never answered?”