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[afriendtosell]

[ Click, whir. Sounds of movement, and then--]

--Right, never gonna live long enough to get used to that sodding nonsense. [ A pause. ] Or be dead long enough, considerin' the bloody circumstances.

[ Another pause, then, grumbling: ] You never did have enough brain under that sodding fool hat, Midnight. Second time won't be the charm, either.

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[brevipennate]

[blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl with little angel wings looking at you with a little smile.]

I am sorry but I do not think you can go home.

[brevipennate]

Once I was away from the bad men I was happy to stay in the church.

[afriendtosell]

[ He opens his mouth, about to say something disparaging, then shuts it. ]

--Good on ya, luv. Don't let some old fart like me try an take that away from ya, you hear?

[brevipennate]

Okay.
Did you like your home?

[afriendtosell]

When it was pouring bloody cats and dogs, sure. Why not. Got to claim some place as a home.

[brevipennate]

You like the rain?

[afriendtosell]

Kept the streets clean and the air clear. What's not to like?

[brevipennate]

That is a good reason.

[afriendtosell]

I always thought so.

[brevipennate]

I did not see much rain in my world. The church was in the Underground.

[afriendtosell]

Underground? What's a church of God-fearing anybodies doing under the sodding ground?

[brevipennate]

I do not know. You would have to ask Bishop.

[afriendtosell]

What's that like?

[brevipennate]

The church being underground?

[afriendtosell]

Color me curious.

[brevipennate]

It is dark a lot. But most of the time it is very quiet. I like it.