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Hel l o?
[Deja vu...
But then it turns to video, showing an inquisitive face. It hasn't been that many years since Elena was sixteen, but she still looks pretty different. Maybe it's the blonde ponytails, or the school uniform that's been swapped out for a Turk uniform ( Read more... )
Hel l o?
[Deja vu...
But then it turns to video, showing an inquisitive face. It hasn't been that many years since Elena was sixteen, but she still looks pretty different. Maybe it's the blonde ponytails, or the school uniform that's been swapped out for a Turk uniform ( Read more... )
Christ, bossy. All right, I'll tell you - I don't remember the exact address, but if you're facing the florist you go three blocks left and take a right, then go six blocks straight down. There should be some sort of weird looking streetlight with a barrel next to it. It's across the way from that.
[...wait, did he say right? Maybe that was the left. Oh well, she'll find it eventually.]
Oh, and... I think they have a three drink minimum, although they don't tell newcomers about it. Just so you know.
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Take a right, six blocks down. Got it!
...Streetlight with a barrel?]
Got it! Three drinks? I never let anyone out of the bar I worked in unless they drank at least four. And if they were Turks, I made them buy a whole bottle! Those jerks could afford it...paid for doing nothing.
Anyway, I won't forget this!
[No, really. She won't forget it.]
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[Does he sound like he's smiling? That's probably bad.]
Oh and keep your eyes peeled, I hear there's some dirty Turks wandering around the area. Just as a heads up.
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[She likes you Mr. deviant psychopath. You're good people.]
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