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There's a tired looking Allistar in the Nexus tonight, huddled into a posh looking peacoat, hands wrapped firmly around a coffee. His geeky binary scarf is already half undone when he settles onto a couch.
"Soup Nexus, et cetera, et cetera," he offers, gesturing vaguely with his coffee. "So, day late and a dollar short but what's the resolution you're not going to keep this year and proceed to feel horribly guilty about for..." He pauses, sipping his coffee while he thinks, "344 more days?" Accountants. Pfft.
"...That aside, I'm also half heartedly looking for Gabe Suresh and possibly a teeny blonde Hannah Mcracken." Fidget. Nothing to see here, nope.
"Soup Nexus, et cetera, et cetera," he offers, gesturing vaguely with his coffee. "So, day late and a dollar short but what's the resolution you're not going to keep this year and proceed to feel horribly guilty about for..." He pauses, sipping his coffee while he thinks, "344 more days?" Accountants. Pfft.
"...That aside, I'm also half heartedly looking for Gabe Suresh and possibly a teeny blonde Hannah Mcracken." Fidget. Nothing to see here, nope.