But for now anyway, at least Tommy's home.  Not for long I'm sure, it's only a matter of time I'd guess before those hawks send him back over.  But for now, yeah, at least he's home.  Tommy doesn't do much though, doesn't say a whole lot.  He sleeps in, sleeps until noon like he did in high school, and no one's allowed to say shit to him, because of what he's been through.   The rest of the day Tommy spends in front of the television, riding about on his motorcycle, or sitting at some bar with his remaining high school buddies, those that never left.

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