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[mickandbono]

It’s been a while since Jamie found himself here. It’s not a bad surprise this time to find himself here his laptop in its case over his shoulder. Deadlines are the mark of Satan. He’s pretty sure if you checked that they would have tails and horns. He’ll have to write that story, maybe for the times under his pseudonym. After all you can’t have a

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[bestsellingego]

No sunburn this time, but that's a big check on the obnoxious vacation shirt. (This one's even got little printed pineapples on it.) Castle's at the bar when he sees his literary doppelgänger swagger in and take a seat at a table. It's still a little disconcerting to see this guy.

At this point, Castle's not sure if he should wave "hello" or call his shrink.

Then he sees the laptop.

"Big scoop?" he asks, by way of greeting.

[mickandbono]

Rook smiles as he sees the man. "Hi Richard, I don't know about that. It's the finishing touches of my Bono piece and considering a fluff piece"

[bestsellingego]

The Bono piece.

"I remember --" then he stops himself and backs up, like a train chunking gears to reverse directions "-- really liking The Joshua Tree." He gestures loosely to the laptop. "Hey, whatever pays the rent, right?"

Not that Jameson Rook has to worry about paying the rent. Castle's made sure of that.

[mickandbono]

"Yeah, it was a good album. I'm thinking of writing how deadlines are the workings of Satan. But I do believe I'll publish it under my pseudonym, I don't want people to think I worry about deadlines."

He gives an arrogant sniff and then sighs and we're sure Castle would love Rooks pseudonym