Zen is sitting on his porch looking out at the smokey air. he's wearing a face mask like most people do to keep safe from the smog. he's drinking a mug of hot chocolate, the mask pulled down to his chin when he sees you planting a tree across the street outside your house. your lawn has grass, unlike most people's. strange. you look up at him and he realizes he's been staring "uh.. hey. I like your grass"
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