[ He likes it here. It's a little too open, but there's a way to be lost. The wind rustles through the cornstalks, there's a home here, real warmth. It'll linger on well after this has all faded. He's not envious — Bruce would never choose a life without Alfred. ]
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[ He likes it here. It's a little too open, but there's a way to be lost. The wind rustles through the cornstalks, there's a home here, real warmth. It'll linger on well after this has all faded. He's not envious — Bruce would never choose a life without Alfred. ]
We'll be in mine next.