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[cho_white]

Guess what. I'm me again.

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[marietta_louise]

Oh good. This means I should be me again soon, too even if it means the marks will be back for now.

[cho_white]

Yes, probably!

[marietta_louise]

Which is good, because being twenty years older than you has been more than a bit odd.

[cho_white]

Just a little.

[marietta_louise]

I could have been your mother.

[cho_white]

Except you don't look like me.

[marietta_louise]

Minor details!

After all, young lady, I dare say I'm one of the people who knows you best.

[cho_white]

I think I know me best, thank you, young lady.

[marietta_louise]

The terminology doesn't work for you - I'm currently thirty-four years old.

At any rate, you may know yourself best, but I dare say I know you almost as well as your real mother.

[cho_white]

Are not! Youre the same age!!

Maybe. MAYBE. I dont know. She knows me really well. And Michael knows me, too.

[marietta_louise]

Oh, let me live up my last few moments of oldness. I'm sure I'll be back to normal by tomorrow.

I could always take tea with her one day and swap stories on all we know about you. And Michael doesn't have anything to do with this conversation.

[cho_white]

Oh, fine, OLD LADY.

No, bad plan bad plan bad plan. What? Of course he does!

[marietta_louise]

I think that must mean it's a good plan! You can come too, if you'd like. And no, we're talking about how well I know you in comparison to your mum, not him.

[cho_white]

No, BAD plan. Can't you read? What? You think Michael knows me better than my mum?

[marietta_louise]

I read between the lines. And no, I'm trying to point out that he wasn't a part of the conversation until you brought him up, and it wasn't really relevant to what we were talking about.