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a ravine with a frankly ridiculous number of buttons. that's where they run into each other.
they both have tired eyes.
“hey,” greets tommy.
“hey,” greets fundy.
it’s strange, when your history with a person is actually your history with someone else. wilbur was (is?) their axis, and yet. they’re here, and he isn’t.
“those buttons caused us a lot of panic,” says tommy.
“really?” asks fundy.
“everyone except wilbur.”
“oh. huh.”
“it was actually pretty funny, in hindsight,” says tommy.
“yeah,” agrees fundy. “a lot of things are actually pretty funny in hindsight.”
“pretty sad, too.”
“yeah, that too.”