[MockingRabbit]

Reilly strolled down the street like he owned the place, and no one dared telling him he didn't, so he might as well have. Someone's garage caught his eye. He did not know who it belonged to, nor did he care. He walked over and kicked down the door, because he could, and stepped inside. Nothing much of note. Just some gardening tools hanging on a wall, a lawn mower, and a deck chair, which he unfolded ant sat on. It wasn't particularly comfy, but it would do for a rest.
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