You would think I'd have gotten used to the City's particular brand of selective amnesia by now but, alas, I apparently haven't. All I remember is thinking just now that it will be a shame to forget something or other and then, well, promptly forgetting it. [ pause. That sigh isn't quite audible. ] The ironic sense of timing leaves something to be
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...But you haven't been gone long.
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It's a shame I missed that, then. I'll have to drink extra tonight to make up for it. But good!
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You would have liked it.~
This selective amnesia doesn't include where we live, I hope.
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I would have! Hopefully there's still beer left in the refrigerator, though.
That it does not, but I would appreciate an escort nonetheless.~
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Well, I did stock up a bit, since there was opportunity.
It might be helpful to know where you are, if you want something like that.
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How thoughtful of you.
I'm at the fountain, of course.
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I don't share the couch, you know. It's much too small for the both of us.
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For his part, Clow is wearing the same clothing he was on the night he left and it's only as dirty as it might be after a single day of wear - a simple Western vest, slacks, and shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He walks to meet her, smiling with an excited and hopeful glimmer in his eyes, and offers his hand. ]
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I like having plenty of space.
[And now that you've been corrected, you can have her hand.]
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