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[Eddie, who hasn't been outside yet today, is emerging from his home. He's decided to go to the corner store, and his camera is catching him from behind. The second the sunlight hits him, he starts to glimmer and shimmer and glitter like he's bathed in an arts and crafts kit

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Hm.

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....what the...

....motherfucker.

[caughtthebullet]

Glittering and delirious.

It's Veidt.

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Sorry, should that have been fatherfucker?

[caughtthebullet]

It seems your state's dampened your originality.

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And I just fucking hate to disappoint. Got something to say or do you just want to stare?

[caughtthebullet]

No. I'm just fucking with you, Blake.

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This is what it comes to, huh? Sounds like someone's lonely without Doc to fuck around with. Gotta come to old Eddie.

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Pot and kettle, Blake.

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At least we're fucking black sons of bitches together.

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There's a key difference; I don't glitter.

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If you're jealous, you should have just said so.

[caughtthebullet]

If you're proud, you should have just said it loud.

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Proud.

Not unless this glittering comes with a submachine gun round to your head.

[caughtthebullet]

But it certainly features me in your fantasies.

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Be flattered.