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He kept his head down for some more moments before starting his car and began driving over to Jimmy's house. He never imagined ever driving there again. Maybe driving past it and throwing trash on the ground on occasion but actually going and stopping there? Honestly, it made him a bit nauseous. That could also be the anxiety of just the whole situation. He didn't really know anymore.

Gods, he hated driving alone. It was too quiet by himself, and having music on just seemed..weird. It'd feel too loud, and he'd rather just drive in silence.

..Did Jimmy have a doorbell camera? He didn't believe so, but if someone kept having trash thrown in their lawn, they would probably install one. At the same time, it's Jimmy. Cute, but oh, so stupid Jimmy. Nope, getting rid of that thought immediately.

This was another reason he hated car drives. He'd get way too lost in his thoughts, bringing up old feelings and memories. Gross. But it sometimes helped him remember if a day was important or not.