Firestone Hot Springs Summer has come and passed

As he walks away, he catches a few words — jealous, replaced you, Cupid got to stick around, out here all alone — but the words grow fainter, and somewhere around Caerus's stumbling over the word dick, he tunes out entirely. The rest of the boys words are lost to the wilds, none of his concern now that he's out of sight. He'd struck his blows with calculated precision, and the slew of cuss words in that whiny adolescent pitch is all he needs to know they'd found their mark. He's satisfied.