[Gypsy is waiting outside the General Store. She's bored, and playing with the wooden beams. She sees a man sprawled out on the bench, his feet propped up on one end and his head on the other, his hat pulled over his eyes. He's sound asleep, and snoring loudly. Once in a while he would snort and grunt. Gypsy walks up to him and prods one of his feet. The man, Hank, grunts and wakes up]
Gypsy Cole:
Are you sick?
Hank:
No. I was just, uh, just thinking. Care to sit and think a spell, Rosebud?
Gypsy Cole:
My name ain't Rosebud, it's Gypsy.
[Hank laughs warmly]
Hank:
Shake hands with a champeen.
[Hank snorts and clears his throat before drifting off again. Gypsy gets up onto the adjacent bench, lies down and pulls her bonnet over her eyes in a mimicry of Hank]
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