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[ With his hat pulled down like it is now and his chin tipped to his chest, barely moving ('cause even a steady breeze can't ruffle Forrest Bondurant when he gets it in his head that he won't be moved), it's hard to tell if Forrest is awake or asleep. And if he is awake, it's hard to say what he might be doin', 'cept thinking those deep thoughts that sometimes overtake him. ]
: ota with a warning for i don't know what i'm doiiiing
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