This work is tiring, all this damn lifting and for what? $50 a month. Pretty soon we will have enough money to buy our own place. No more doing work for some other lazy rich bastard. No more being on the road. Lennie wont get us in any trouble either, he can tend to those damn rabbits hes always talkin bout. Just me, him, and the land. All this work will pay off, it has to. Theres no meaning of life like this all this traveling working never staying in one place too long. What kinda life is this? It'll all be different once we have our farm. A place of our very own. That bastard Curley got was comin to him, he never should have been messing with Lennie. The scary part is Lennie never knows when to stop he almost shatter his hand, not that anyone would be too sad. This will only make Curley madder, but at least he'll leave Lennie alone now...if he doesn't mess up again...
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