Nathan and Z are walking around the Riverside yard, picking up fallen twigs, putting them in the red wheelbarrow.
Nathan: This tree drops so many branches every time there's a storm.
Z [in his own world again]: WHAT?
Nathan: I said, this tree drops so many branches every time there's a storm.
Z [furiously at work]: You don't need to tell me twice.
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Most of us do need to be told twice!
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