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[scissor_gypsy]

Vince, you have to help me. I'm in that weird cafe in Holborn that you took me to once, the one with all the wall hangings that look like the inside of a mouse. I don't need help because of the wall hangings.

Bring a pen.

And don't take five hours to get ready like that time I tried to get you to pick me up from inside the cupboard.

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[king_of_mods]

i can't find a pen! is marker okay?

[scissor_gypsy]

anything you can write with, yeah.

You didn't tell Naboo where you were going, did you? I don't want him having a pop at me for hiding and not paying his bloody rent again.

[king_of_mods]

no, but i think he can read. he can either read writing or read minds, not sure which.

[naboo_thats_who]

Hi guys.

[not_a_preacher]

What's up, Wolfie? What are you writing about?

Do you need me to glance over anything for you? I can't wait to see what you come up with next, the guy at JazzTrance was really impressed with your last article.