Taylor fed the young peach tree a glass of Spiritual Water.

“Man, I'm going to have to find a place to plant this thing soon. It's gotten pretty big.” Taylor says to himself.

Although the peach tree was still young, it could still produce fruit. Taylor wasn't sure if that was normal or if it was because of the Spiritual Water. Taylor didn't mind either way, as long as he got the fruit.

“I might have to buy a house…” Taylor continues to say.

I'll give Daryl a call…

“Yo, what's up?” Daryl asks.

“Not much. How's the dealing? Cops still asking questions?” Taylor responds.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about that. Pretty sure the Demon Heart Gang have someone on the other side. Is that all?” Daryl answers before asking back.

“Nah. What do you think of buying a house with me?” Taylor asks. “I need a place to put my peach tree.” He asks.

“Man, a house… That might get complicated. We'll have to apply for a loan and we'll probably have to deposit some cash. After that taxes are going to get weird. Not entirely sure how illegal this operation is.” Daryl responds.

“Whatever man. We're small business owners. We'll just say we sell Placebo Water and that we're one of those voodoo scammers. Except all we want is for people to drink water.” Taylor responds before laughing. “It's not entirely bad just to encourage people to drink water.” He says before continuing to chuckle.

“Maybe. I'll talk it over with the gang. They probably have an easier idea of how to navigate this.” Daryl responds. “Why do you care so much about that peach tree anyway?” Daryl asks.

“You didn't hear it from me. But that peach tree is the basis for this whole operation.” Taylor answers.

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…

“Awesome. We have a house now.” Taylor says. “Now my peach tree can flourish.” Taylor says with a nod before smiling.

“Fuck man. Can't believe how easy that was.” Daryl responds. “What the fuck are we even doing now? We just buy whatever we want and have no consideration for money or consequences. Is this the right way to live?” Daryl asks, contemplating some deep questions.

“Man, why the eff do you care so much? We got a house. Whatever. There are still things to do. For example, you're getting pretty fat. Some exercise would be good?” Taylor responds.

“Fuck you. I gained a few pounds. Whatever.” Daryl says, not wanting to talk about it.

“Maybe you should start doing deals on foot again. Getting your car back made you lazy.” Taylor says. “Also, ever think of starting our own gang? We could do that? That would be fun, right?” Taylor says, saying the first things that came to mind.

“Fuck that. Besides I'm basically a half-member of the Demon Heart gang. I'd rather not do anything to piss them off. And who else would buy our water if we weren’t involved with them.” Daryl says, considering the idea dumb.

“I guess. We should look for some problems to solve then. Life's getting kind of boring.” Taylor says.

“True. True that, indeed. Maybe we should solve world hunger.” Daryl responds with a deadpan face before looking to Taylor. Taylor looks back for a moment before they both let out a loud laughter.