"hey- hey you!" His voice is sudden, waving from the front stoop of his home-con-prison, the radio station. "Oh thank you for stopping- um. Could you... bring me my package? From the mailbox? I- I tell the mailpeople to bring it right to the door but I guess this one didn't remember or- or is new, or something- um. I can't... I can't go out. that far." He explains, wringing his hands together slightly. "Silly, I know, but... I tried! I tried a ton of times to get all the way out there, but I got sick to my stomach at the idea of being that far away from..." safety. he motions at the radio station instead. "It's the jerky and dried fruit I bought from the Romeros a couple weeks ago I think. Or maybe it's my groceries. Either way I'm starving and- Willing to share."
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