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[harkasun]

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Odd occurence having a memory about Rick, however it wasn't negative it was more calm. I remember I had gone to a bar with a couple local towns folk and they ended up leaving before me considering some days I just needed space to clear my head. I just remember him walking in and seeing me and we both just grimaced at each other like the whole "him again" scenario in movies you see these days. It was just awkward, he took a seat beside me and ordered his liquor. I remember just trying to cover my face because I was crying over thoughts that were fogging my mind and and punched my jaw roughly. I had no thoughts of hitting him back, no, no I had so much on my mind I couldn't think straight. I remember him grabbing the lapels of of jacket and staring into my eyes for a second like "are you really stanford pines, the wanderer of dimensions, this isn't like you" And it was silent again and he laid another punch to my jaw, hoping I'd fight back but my body was limp and I just didn't want to do anything back. I remember hearing a grumble as he set me back down and he mumbled whatever to himself as I got up and sat down again. There was a long silence until he finally asked what was wrong. And I just kinda, spilt out everything about fiddleford and stanley and I remember he just put on hand on my shoulder for comfort or whatever and he spilt his story as we had a few drinks. I remember him leaving and he just said "y'know you're not so bad, as much as you're wanted in so many dimensions you're not a bad person. Doesn't mean I won't get you next time if you get in my way though" and he left.