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voice; 7thborn September 20 2010, 05:11:07 UTC
What does that even mean?

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voice; prefers_chess September 20 2010, 05:19:43 UTC
Which part requires further elaboration?

It was a home run.

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voice; 7thborn September 20 2010, 05:20:38 UTC
You say that like I know what that means.

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voice; prefers_chess September 20 2010, 05:22:39 UTC
You have never heard of baseball.

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voice; 7thborn September 20 2010, 05:24:02 UTC
I've heard of it, yeah. Might've seen a few minutes on the television but I didn't watch for very long. Seemed like a load of pointless running to me.

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voice; prefers_chess September 20 2010, 05:26:03 UTC
You're half correct. It is highly pointless.

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voice; 7thborn September 20 2010, 05:26:55 UTC
So why talk about it?

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voice; prefers_chess September 20 2010, 05:27:50 UTC
Because I am under duress. In case you haven't noticed, there is a curse today.

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voice; 7thborn September 20 2010, 05:29:13 UTC
And aren't I glad the City decided to skip over me today. Still, though, I don't see how this home run business is anything horrible. But then again, I don't know nearly enough about the sport to say more.

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voice; prefers_chess September 20 2010, 05:31:17 UTC
It was the first in a long line of such traumas.

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voice; 7thborn September 20 2010, 05:33:40 UTC
Is a home run a bad thing?

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voice; prefers_chess September 20 2010, 05:36:03 UTC
Indubitably.

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voice; 7thborn September 20 2010, 05:38:35 UTC
Well, then. Rotten luck that you had to put up with it. And even worse that the City's apparently decided childhood memories are the favourite of the day.

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voice; prefers_chess September 20 2010, 05:42:06 UTC
Your sarcasm is both noted and unwelcomed.

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voice; 7thborn September 20 2010, 12:51:52 UTC
So's yours most of the time, but I never say anything. Come on, Rudy. It isn't that bad.

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voice; prefers_chess September 20 2010, 16:23:56 UTC
It is a flagrant invasion of my privacy.

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