P.U.S.H.

“Why did you give me twenty dollars?”
“Because I am on your side. And I need to get to the apothecary.”
“I rode my bike from the Dome and you’re the first person who would talk with me. I got to tell you man, I was thinking about ending my life.”
“That’s always the wrong choice. Come up here on the sidewalk, the bus is coming. Do you believe in God’s grace?”

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“Put your hand on my chest like this. Spell ‘push’.”
“P-u-s-h.”
“What does that stand for?”
“I don’t know.”
“Pray until something happens.”

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“I see some blue lights up here.”
“I’m glad you said that.”
“All right let’s keep talking. We take this left and then we’ll get up to Gargle St. and I’ll show you how to get to the lake.”
“I told you I’m not from around here…”
“Yeah. And so I was thinking of stopping by this Vietnamese smoothie place on my way to the apothecary, I just noticed it the other day and so I got a mango frappĂ© but they have a really huge menu and there are definitely a few things I have to try, I hope it’s still open…”

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“I’m telling you, I know you’ll be safe if you cross here, ride up to Winthorp’s, cut through the playground south of Fester’s, and then take a right at Bryn Moore’s, take it to the Watlin bike trail, it’ll be smooth sailing as far south as you need to go. You should have a lot of options. The tooter riots are over.”
“Stay here on this corner and talk with me. So what you think of this election?”
“Mayor Chumplestilskin?”
“I like you, man.”
“I’m holding out for high crimes, or high misdemeanors, or something to cut it short…”
“All right man, thank you again. You don’t know what you just did for me. I’m really grateful, man. Like I told you, I just got out of the rink, I’m living with my wife again, I got my job at the Poor Historian, and there are people who could kill me for what I did, and I didn’t do nothing wrong. Bring it in.”

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