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"bummer," says sam, arms draped over the stone wall. as a frequent loser-of-things, he could empathize. he'd just spent his entire morning looking for a shirt he'd already been wearing.

"i dropped my old man's walkman in a pond once," he offers, like that'll make the guy feel any better about losing a notebook's worth of work. yoba only knows how much he'd hate to misplace the pile of looseleaf papers under his desk that currently constitutes his lyrics journal. "i swear, that thing could survive nuclear war. it hadn't even stopped playing by the time i fished it out - sounded good as new and everything."

he rocks back and forth, firm grip on the bridge's ledge keeping him from falling in either direction. must be a pretty important notebook, sam thinks, if elliot's willing to get his clothes wet for it. his tailcoat alone probably costs more than the entirety of sam's hand-me-down, thrift store wardrobe. he clears his throat. " uh - do you need any help ? i mean, not to brag or anything, but i am kind of an expert in retrieving shi - stuff from water by now."