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JackRabbit: Messin' About “I can’t believe you’re just gonna lay there,” I grumbled, getting sick and tired of how quiet it was in the Warren. Sure, it was “peaceful,” and all, but that just wasn’t my thing.
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“Can it,” he answered without opening his eyes. He seemed to be in full relaxation mode, lying on his back, arms behind his head, one leg crossed over the other. “It’s the off-season; I’m gonna rest while I can. You wanna be entertained, go…start a snowball fight or summat.”
“That’s not all I do, y’know,” I muttered, irritated.
“Whatever you say, Jacky. Do what you like; just leave me out of it.”