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[only_outofhabit]

The longer away from home I am, the more aware of my own little... quirks I become. It's one thing, spending the evening in the privacy of your own home, in your chenille bathrobe, smoking a little grass and losing all sense of direction and purpose in your life. The real clincher had been the escape of wife number three. The last straw. The

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[yoursarahjane]

Sarah was chewing on her thumb as she wandered into the room, her skin smelling of saltwater from her excursions out to the sea to learn how to swim in the event that the tide decided to take her away. The animal is slightly surprising, but she recognized the man, of course. "Does he not approve of something?" she couldn't help but ask.

[only_outofhabit]

"I think there are a lot of things Poe doesn't approve of," I drawl, looking up at the woman and offering her a faint, if not slightly wooden smile. The animal can't see two inches in front of its face, but something about that look tells me that sudden movements would be ill-advised.

"Hello, Ms. Smith."

[yoursarahjane]

She liked the respect quite a bit and smiled to herself (chuffed, in fact) as she took more steps inside to study the animal before studying the man and giving him a small smile in return. "Poe? Is that a conscious naming choice or just coincidence?"

[only_outofhabit]

"Oh, it was conscious," I answer, smiling a little wider. Something so cliche could only come out of Dr. Robert Gaskel. "Poe isn't mine, or he wasn't before he found his way here. He belonged to the head of our English department and I believe I'm the only human being in the world whom Poe hates."