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Wiley Kyote

Cycling through these feelings, or lack there of over and over again like the wheels that rode him towards the end, and ushering him towards the beginning. And just like the wheels from under him, his thoughts were cycling so much so that they appeared to be standing still, and his mind went void. To the point Where all he could think about was how he could start again, reinvent himself and make a name for himself and whatnot. Finding his way back to the hill cliff that which all had started. He found Nick atop it, sitting on his parked car's hood and smoking what appeared to be a carrot..?