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[acitygirl]

What happened to the swamp?

Oh, and after answering that, I need to know where I am, where I'm staying and whether Tuesday is still off-limits for eating.  The rest, I got covered.

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[fuckyeahseateen]

Oh, goody. This'll be fun.

[theskyenceguy]

You got something against British accents?

[fuckyeahseateen]

Maybe they're just not my thing.

[theskyenceguy]

Fair enough.

[fuckyeahseateen]

[sigh] Actually, the two of us have history, but I guess getting grouchy about it's not going to do any good. She may not even remember it really. Her boyfriend doesn't.

[theskyenceguy]

Oh. It's that kind of problem.

[back to delicious snacking, screw your teenage angst]

[fuckyeahseateen]

You're a really compassionate person, huh?

[theskyenceguy]

Life as a detective has made me cynical.

[fuckyeahseateen]

Well, maybe someday you'll find a hopeless optimist to show you the world still has puppies and rainbows or whatever.

[theskyenceguy]

And then I'll find someone killed some guy in a Blue Badger suit and it'll be back to normal for me.

[fuckyeahseateen]

That does sound pretty creepy.

[theskyenceguy]

Just another day fighting crime.

[acitygirl]

Hi Lorena.

[fuckyeahseateen]

Seriously? How is that out of the two of you, you're the one that remembers me?

[acitygirl]

If I tried to explain, you'd look at me weird. What's the last thing you remember happening?

[fuckyeahseateen]

That's... kind of tricky actually. When I first got here I could've sworn I was on a rescue mission, but thinking back on it later I couldn't remember actually starting something like that, or how the last fight ended.

It's this place, isn't it? It gets in your head.