Johnson:
[both ride bikes with a marathon]
Hey, Sarah was looking for you last night.
Rand:
She was?
Johnson:
What's up with you two?
Rand:
I'm not sure. It doesn't make an sense.
Johnson:
What do you mean? Why do we have to make sense of everything?
Johnson:
Yeah it's nice to know when some low pressure system pushes moisture laid in the air over a heated land mass and that we need a fucking umbrella to get to work
Johnson:
Hey man, rain used to be with the gods of thunder cried.
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