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 Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 9:47 am
"F'it was he's just as much of a p***k now as he is in our time." Thus far Chel's impressions of Algernon were: killed a person he didn't have to and called her a carnie. The poor guy wasn't making a good track record.
"There's yer stupid lead," she grumbled gesturing to the newstand which was still buzzing about the concert. Lately she had a hard time staying in a good mood and an even harder time not revealing it. Her tattoo burned under her shirt and she rubbed it idly.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 10:08 am
"He is not really a p***k," Shun shrugged. Though he soon nodded at the comment about having a lead, "Yes. Seems as though we will be attending this concert. We will need to find more details on when and where it is exactly. Come on."
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