CLERK: Overworked, wearing a name tag that says "Jerry."
CUSTOMER: Dressed in a medieval tunic and holding a very heavy, rusted broadsword.
CUSTOMER: I went there. They told me they only sharpen lawnmower blades. Is a sword not merely a lawnmower for one’s enemies?
(SARAH picks up the salt shaker. As she hands it over, her hand "glitches"—she moves in a jerky, repetitive motion like a frozen video.)
SILAS: (Holding a small, jagged nugget) I’m gonna miss the digging. The "maybe" of it. Once you have the money, the "maybe" is gone
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