[Here he comes along the boardwalk on whatever stretch of beach Eames directed him towards, which better be the right place and not the wrong one just to fuck with Freddy. Fff.]
[ Eames decided to take pity on Freddy's denseness today and at least had the decency to give him the right directions, so he's on a bench across from the taffy shop, looking out onto the water in his loafers and swim shorts, towel around his shoulders and going to town on a big gulp cup. ]
[Freddy's not dressed for the beach, he's got his jeans and a tank top and flannel tied around his waist though. Look at these sunglasses on his face. So super cool.]
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I want to know why I couldn't remember being here both times
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but you could always come down to the beach regardless. plenty of beached whales.
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Is this how they handle out patient care now?
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[ He moves his duffel bag of general beach items and his clothes off the bench to make room for him in case he wants to sit, though. ]
Besides, you know better of patient care than I do, don't you?
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What were you expecting to find?
[That bag of beach stuff makes him wonder why is Eames here by himself anyway. Heeeeey...]
Hah hah, real funny.
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I'm not sure, really. Holes. Maybe some sort of mechanical device that can distort memory.
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[Do you sense the irony there, Mango? SIGH. Freddy takes a cigarette out.]
I don't get it man, you were here, then you left, then you came back. [Hands are flapping.] What else is there?
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[ He takes a few slow sips of his gulp. ]
It's the not remembering part.
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Than what is it? You still don't believe we're all here?
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