There was a sign posted at the front door:
G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
The Ninth Annual
Three Minute Dates @ Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.GOB had somehow been able to count to nine despite not being around for the previous six Three Minute Dates, but he still didn't know what 'annual' really meant. But that wasn't important. The important
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GOB will not be appearing in this thread, so stick to modding Tino.
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"...so, I'd guess you've been dead about five years? Maybe six?"
This was probably what motivated Tino to do something like sign her up for a date.
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George was getting nowhere, arguing loudly with anyone standing near her when her name was called. Nobody seemed to be paying her any attention.
Finally, she stormed over and dropped into the seat across from Bruce's.
"Hi," she said darkly. "I'm George, I'm a Taurus, and I -- wait, where do I know you from?"
Give her a moment.
".... oh, fuck."
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"Hi... Bruce? I'm Harper. Didn't we have a workshop together over the summer?" she asked as she fidgeted with her fingerless gloves.
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ANYWAY. HIT ME UP WITH COMMENTS/CONCERNS HERE. OR ELSE!
(The answer to "Or else what?" is "Or else IM me, I guess, or maybe e-mail. Or if you don't have any comments/concerns, don't do any of that, I suppose."
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