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*Someone hasn't been taking the recent string of murders very well-- or rather, one victim in particular has him totally in shambles. Pulling himself together and trying to figure out who the murderer was only worked for so long, and after about four days of not being able to sleep Devit's at his breaking point and likely to lash out at just about

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*It's about to get worse.*

My boyfriend.

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*Nods, slowly.*

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... Yeah...

*He'll probably still resist, but not for long.*

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*He's good with that; it's all the same to him, anyway.

At the moment, Devit isn't paying enough attention to realize that.*

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*Pauses. He can barely think.*

... About... three years? Maybe four...

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*Shakes his head-- either the sleep deprivation or the alcohol is muddling his thoughts pretty bad* Don't remember...

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Nnn...

*Puts the glass down, without finishing it. He looks kinda sick.*