That's a picture of the antique Duc that'd been sitting under a torn cover in my garage. I wasn't in any mood to deal with customers and staff yesterday, so I handed the reins over to one of the more senior waiters and put on my favorite gearhead clothes... Joji (the ex's, not the brother's) jeans and a wife-beater. I tied my hair up with a bandana
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Listen ... as his sister, how do YOU feel about me dating him?
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Bet there's a more politely worded but more threatening version of Oracle's speech to me coming for you if she's anything but fine with it.
Maybe even then.
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Figured I should give her the chance.
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Had to. I told you -- nothing will lose me my family. Not even me being some kind of ...of...half-metal Frankenstein.
The rest...I'll be grateful as it happens, when it happens, if it happens. It's just the one arm so far.
As for the memory? Still full of holes.
I'm beginning to wonder if I'm luckier it's still busted.
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So-so. Your hugs used to be pretty hard. Since you came back? Ouch. Not that a bruised rib hasn't been worth it, but, yeah.
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You...you could've said something.
::hangs his head silently a moment, jaw and fist clenched::
It won't be an issue for much longer.
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Nandeyo...
THAT'S EXACTLY WHY WE NEVER SAID ANYTHING!
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