[So Margarita ran hither and Margarita ran yon and she's no closer to getting out of Mayfield than she was the second she ditched the house she woke up in. Which is, by the sheerest coincidence, the place she's blindly returned to. Oh, 507 Ricardo street, how she's missed you......NOT
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He can appreciate inner-turned-outer-monologues as much as the next villain, y'know, so it just seems rude to interrupt...]
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jumps like five feet in the air]
Wh-where did you come from, mister?!
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I believe you did as well.
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Y....Yeah, I did.....but it's not my house. I don't know why I woke up there.
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weird. That girl looked familiar, but she couldn't place it.]
Excuse me, are you okay?
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[looks up, yelps, starts scrambling away]
H-Hey, you're the girl who wanted my soul!
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Um, sorry about that. I was...sick. Really, really sick.
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[she stands up and seems to consider Maka carefully]
So....you're a normal girl, then?
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A pity party will not help anyone.
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It's not a pity party, it's a pep talk! And I need it.
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What are you out here talking about?
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My situation, of course! Who're you?
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[she flaps her hand, as if to dismiss the matter, and ponders for a moment]
Think you could help a girl out?
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-Oh, sorry, I shouldn't be rude as well as clueless. My name's Margarita Surprise.
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