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May 01, 2010 00:24
[the room smells very sterile. Like 409. There are patient beds.
You feel weak.]
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wrightpanties
May 3 2010, 04:39:54 UTC
But, Daddy, I don't want to get up and go to school. I'm not feeling well...
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cfuw_shepherd
May 3 2010, 04:40:48 UTC
...
[a chuckle]
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wrightpanties
May 3 2010, 04:52:03 UTC
[blinking at this unfamiliar sound and trying to get a look at her surroundings]
...Ms Smith?
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cfuw_shepherd
May 3 2010, 04:54:25 UTC
It's alright.
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wrightpanties
May 3 2010, 05:04:02 UTC
Why are you here? I thought I was taken away by spies.
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cfuw_shepherd
May 3 2010, 05:08:39 UTC
We're all spies, then, aren't we?
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wrightpanties
May 3 2010, 05:17:07 UTC
You're going to have run that by me again. Who are you supposed to be?
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cfuw_shepherd
May 3 2010, 05:22:41 UTC
Michael Jones. It's nice to meet you.
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wrightpanties
May 3 2010, 05:26:07 UTC
Jones?!
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cfuw_shepherd
May 3 2010, 05:33:11 UTC
In the flesh.
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wrightpanties
May 3 2010, 05:39:33 UTC
But if you're here and Ms Smith...
Then you two must be-!
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cfuw_shepherd
May 3 2010, 05:39:53 UTC
We're working together.
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wrightpanties
May 3 2010, 05:43:18 UTC
But why?
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cfuw_shepherd
May 3 2010, 05:55:24 UTC
Because... This company has destroyed lives we hold dear.
My own, his sister...
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wrightpanties
May 3 2010, 05:58:18 UTC
...!
Adrian.
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cfuw_shepherd
May 3 2010, 06:02:58 UTC
Don't forget Mary, Erin.
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Then you two must be-!
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My own, his sister...
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Adrian.
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