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[fatespoken]

What determines when we're meant to leave? Would you call it something as fanciful as destiny? Logically speaking, it's apparently arbitrary. I've asked myself this question time and time again: why does someone enter the city, stay a month, and then leave on their 32nd day? Why can someone stay for three years and never seem to leave?

Everyone is

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[withloadedguns]

Did you boil 'em or fry 'em?

[fatespoken]

Broil.

[withloadedguns]

Even better.

Any left?

[No, seriously: he will take a cat if you need someone to take one.]

[fatespoken]

One, maybe two.

I could do a combo special for you.

[withloadedguns]

That second one would go to waste. That'd be too bad.

No, better leave it at one.

[fatespoken]

Don't want to end up with more than two, like I did.

Come to the square tomorrow- a cafe called Atlas Cafe. You'll find me there.

[withloadedguns]

All right.

[fatespoken]

See you later, Clint.

[withloadedguns]

[Wait, who? Did he just get another nickname? Well, that's not so unusual.]

So long.