Hey. [sometime late tonight, the Port gets the most awkward of greetings. Sam's sitting in an armchair, leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped so he doesn't do anything stupid with them. He's a little dressed up tonight - which, for him, means a navy blue collared shirt with his jeans.]A lot of you know me already, but for
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[He glances down, a strange smile on his face.]
That's one hell o' a thin' to do, Sam.
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So thanks, Jack.
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How'd you come up with the idea?
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...And Edgeworth left.
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That'll do it.
[There's an awkward pause. Jack wants to say something-- something comforting, something about how he knows how that feels, but he doesn't quite have the words.]
Christ, I oughta thump Sirius, he never told me nothin' about this.
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How's the recovery been goin'?
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But uh, I'm at a hundred twenty right now, so twenty more pounds to go. Not so bad, eh?
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You're makin' progress. I oughta come by with some of my famous hot cakes. That oughta help you gain some more weight.
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Sounds delicious. And I never tried Southern food before, so look at me, I'm eatin' and I'm expandin' me tastes at the same time.
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I'll be by this Monday with a platter then.
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