Dick's up and moving really slow. Mumbling to himself about losing. (I didn't catch it..sorry)
He's put eye drops in his eyes in the BR then went to the BR, looked under his bed for something then put more drops in his eye. He's really moving slowly this morning. Says his eye! $hit. Tired of this $hit being blown in my

face!
His breathing is really ragged! Zach heard him and raised up, Dick says Sorry! I'll close the

door.
Gotta win one more! .... I'm good at.
Looks like Zach is up too.
Dick: GD it! (looking in the fridge for something. WHAM! He threw the milk carton on the counter.
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