Can't be the perfect time for settling, but is it ever? Looks like this whole town's jumpy down each other's throats over The Valentine Killer...that's what they'd be calling it 'cross the evening headlines, if this place had a printing press. I'll be sticking close to Eleanor, thank you kindly. No way I'm losing her again so soon.
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It's nice though. Variety is always good.
Glad to hear you getting that old piano back in order. Music would be a nice touch.
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To sooth the savage monsters among us? Hah...we'll see, we'll see. It's been so long since I've sang for any audience.
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And I'm sure everyone would love to hear you sing.
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It hasn't been much harder so far, in my opinion.
I'm a tad worried about the lack of ADAM, though.
Eventually I might be in some trouble.
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I never touched the plasmids, myself. Never did care for the idea. Not for the little girls, or the whole dirty business...not to put penny more in Fontaine's pocket, then Ryan's, than we had to. And after I'd seen the people spliced, so low and unhappy with what they'd become? Well, this here body was broken enough.
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I have to be dependent on that horrible stuff now, from everything.
I figured that you've never spliced. I remember when I saw you, nothing like the Splicers.
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...or maybe I just never did get over squirmishness about needles.
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I've never been too fond of needles, myself. You didn't miss much. A hand full of flame isn't worth the addiction.
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She's a very capable young woman, now.
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This still feels like a strange dream...
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I thought I was hallucinating at first.
Dreams don't last this long, though. You always wake up.
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