You find the fast food joint your body is working at, and scope the place out until it finally shows up to work. You take off for a while, but come back in time to catch him at the end of his shift, and follow him. He recognizes you immediately.
"I thought you were in for ten years," he asks, very matter of fact-ly.
"You got out early for good behavior."
He shrugs and kicks the ground. "I'm sorry." Woah. You weren't expecting an apology. "I didn't mean to steal your body. I was trying to steal your stuff. I guess you want to switch back, huh?"
You rub your hairy chin, and stare down the body of 21. "You seem anxious. Did you rob a bank in my body or something?"
"No...No. Nothing like that. I just feel guilty, really." Even if he's telling the truth, he's still turned you into a deadbeat. More importantly, though...
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