When I was eight or nine, the Duke bought me a doll. I'd never had one. Gran was more inclined to give me a Cornish Pixie to dress up, one that had been drugged up on potion, and Dodger wasn't inclined to give me anything at all, except perhaps a mug of mead to make me sleepy and quiet. The Duke bought me a doll because my brother, Adair, didn't
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Let us just say that there are barriers to activity that cannot be helped. Not helped by me alone, at least. I am not always able to slip out from the floorboards, so people assume that I am un-aware and un-seeing.
Can you possibly know what I mean, chaser? You who has gone to such lengths to be un-seen?
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You are neither victim or villain in my eyes. And neither are you hidden away, except when you choose to be, which makes all the difference.
if it would make you feel better to get out for a while, perhaps you can show me that trick with the disused 'tube' stations that you know so well?
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You don't seem like someone who would be able to anticipate just what a person needs to hear... but there you go.
You want to know the trick? No one's ever asked before. I'll be happy to show you. There's something very fascinating about all those ruins.
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And you're right, usually I am crass and offensive, something I fully admit. But I don't try and cause trouble everywhere I go, sometimes I do try to be nice but only to people I am fond of
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Oh, you know I've always found chronically nice people to be boring. It's the equivalent of a gem with no cuts, sparkles, or flaws... which makes it nothing more than a stone, of course. Speaking of, Mrs Fiddle is gone, and we can look at the necklace whenever you return.
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I would hate that, you know.
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