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[i_document_life]

Um... *looks around, rather confused* Well this girl is saying she's my typist and I need to let everyone know what's going on, but... I'm really not quite sure, exactly, so...

Typist: *sighs* Do I have to do EVERYTHING?

*indignant* Yeah, well you try getting knocked out by... what'd she call 'em?

Kitchen implements.Right. Kitchen implements

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[lasorelli]

*well, damn. SOMEONE's gotta take advantage of this*

...well, in that time, you lost a bet to me and, with all the interest, owe me a thousand francs. *nod*

[_greenified_]

*GLARES* The fact that my husband has lost his memory, Mme, does NOT mean I have lost mine. *through clenched teeth* Don't. You. Dare.

[lasorelli]

Hey! You don't know if it's true or not! Maybe you weren't there, hmm?

[i_document_life]

Um... *raises hand* If my opinion counts any... I don't make bets with anyone except Roger and Collins, but those are always non-monetary bets, so I highly doubt I lost a bet to you, Miss.

Anyway, I don't HAVE that much money I don't think, so I couldn't pay you even if I HAD lost a bet.

[lasorelli]

*shrugs* Well, it was worth a try, in any case. La Sorelli. *curtsies* We've never met.

[i_document_life]

Erm... Right. Mark Cohen. *bows clumsily*

[_greenified_]

*still glaring* I'm sure I would have remembered, as he would have mentioned it to me. Besides, as he already told you, he doesn't make bets.