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[justashow]

This seems to be a month for confessionals.  Pardon me for abstaining.  Anything extracted under duress is likely to be suspect anyway.

In much more important matters I'm in need of a new cashmere sweater.  There must be someone in this dismal City who is worthy of escorting me on a shopping trip.

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[cal_sitter]

Take Goodfellow. I'm certain he'd be delighted.

[justashow]

And then I might return home with more than a sweater thinning my bank account.

[cal_sitter]

Make it a challenge. Tie bells to his fingers.

[justashow]

Kinky.

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[harrysbackup]

...that was cashmere?!

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[justashow]

I hope you're not implying that I'd wear poly-cotton blend.

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[harrysbackup]

No, just affirming you stifled bleeding with cashmere.

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[justashow]

Well I wasn't about to strip off my pants for you.

[protect_them]

You need an escort?

[justashow]

Shopping alone is hardly as enjoyable.

[protect_them]

And here I thought you'd need them for carrying bags and the like.

[justashow]

I'm not going for a whole wardrobe this time.

[caf_pow_girl]

Oh. Can I go? I don't dress your style but I know it. Really well.

Never thought forensics would come in handy for shopping, did ya.

[justashow]

The fact that it does is a bit creepy, Abby.

But you can come if you like.

[caf_pow_girl]

Creepy...cool...I can work with both.

Awesome. Going today?

[justashow]

I slept badly last night, and poor sleep leads to poor fashion choices.

Tomorrow, perhaps?

[winewomenand]

I heard my name.

[justashow]

Technically, it was Niko who said it.

[winewomenand]

But I am still here and now I need entertained.

What did someone like you do to your sweater, anyway? Freak dinner accident?

[justashow]

I made a mess.

You owe me a drink, don't you? Or several?