It had been fifteen days, which was over two weeks (that's true even in New Zealand) since Bret had vanished into thin air, and Jemaine decided that he wasn't coming back. That was... upsetting. Especially since Jemaine hadn't had the foresight to make tape recordings of Bret singing backup to their songs. Stupid, stupid, stupid!With all the
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This said, she could especially relate to the lyrics being sung as she walked into the rec room, dressed more like a resident of this Roundworld, but still a good deal like a decent Seamstress. Well, she was relating to the lyrics in the way she thought they should be. "Hem your dress? Now that's a sign of a man who understands how to communicate," she said, nodding as she leaned over the back over the couch. "Can't say I've heard that particular one before, though."
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He reached over and scrawled the lyrics down on his notebook and then looked back up at her. "If you were writing a love song," he said, "what would it be about?"
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"I don't do love." She didn't, it was messy, and it made people stupid, but saying that made her feel guilty, so she cleared her throat and smiled. "But if I did, it'd be like a revolution."
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"Thanks," he said.
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"So, you're a musician. Why are you writing about love?"
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