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[you_run_i_chase]

A couple of weeks ago, I told people we'd do thanksgiving, but we'd do it as a home-cooking sort of thing. So, people, give me what you want for home cooking and I'll ask the Admiral for it. Simple and easy. From people other places than Earth, we're asking for your stuff too, and as with everything else we'll do our fucking best.

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[most_feared]

I'll get you a drink. [And talk about it if she needs it.]

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Worst thing about people that have gotten their way for centuries. It's hard to unlearn that shit. [He rolled his eyes, and leaned his head back to thump against the wall.]

Just do what you can, Parker. Nobody can ask more of you. And when you can't anymore, you can't. But while you can, you still have a chance.

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[you_run_i_chase]

I'm hoping he'll give me to someone who actually needs me. And I'm hoping he does it fucking quickly. I want to stay here and help someone but it's been over a fucking year since I've graduated and I want to go home.

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Damn, you were newly graduated when I first came in.

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[you_run_i_chase]

I know, it's been a long time. So many fucking people here and gone.

[Parker sighed for a moment, and rubbed her hand across her forehead.]

I gave her a chance you know, before I pulled the trigger. She didn't take it.

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She didn't appreciate a warden the way you did. Or what you could do for her as a former inmate. All she cared about was what she wanted.