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[desfeuilles]

I'm beginning to think this whole business was a mistake.

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[eagle_of_words]

That was beautifully cryptic, cher ami. What's troubling you?

[desfeuilles]

Mmph. Nothing of consequence.

[eagle_of_words]

I've got wine and time and I'm prepared not to leave you alone unless you shout at me or speak very softly to me. Ah, my Feuilly.

[desfeuilles]

*dourly, because will otherwise possibly break down* Thought you secretly despised the lot of us?

[humane_agnostic]

Let's see. Which whole business? Sentient life? Because I've been rather leaning in that direction lately. Les Amis? We seem to have lost our little remaining sense.

...Or there's always the journals and this may be very, very true.