August: Hm...I mean-I don't know if my sight counts...
"Maybe it does."
August: Anyway...I-I'll go now...
He starts to get up
"Why?"
August: You-you said you needed a break...
"Yeah, that was earlier."
August: So then...you don't...?
"No, I took my break."
He took the box off of the mystery item. It was a typewriter
August: Oooh...what's that for?
"Writing."
He tapped a few of the letters, his right hand in his pocket.
