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[It's Susan's frequency, but it seems the journal has been turned on by accident, as there's the rustling of papers and the thunk of the journal being set down again; the chink of a teacup in a saucer... and then a weary sigh.]
How pointless...
Politics, a town of ghosts and monsters, Long Night... And now this...
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Thank you very much, Miss.
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Given that I myself did not remember it was my birthday until just a few moments ago, I would hardly expect others to have remembered.
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[For a bullshit answer, that's not actually half bad...]
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...actually, I was wondering if you'd gone down to look at the art exhibit yet. It's got a political angle, and I'd like to hear what you think of it. What I'm trying to say is...would you like to check it out with me?
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I had not yet had the opportunity, no. [She hesitates, because while it's art, and she has a so-so relationship with art, it is politics, and it is important she make an appearance--and who better to do so in the company of than someone she can have a decent conversation with.] I believe I will take you up on that kind offer, thank you very much.
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[She said yes? Great!]
Okay. When should I meet you down there?
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The afternoon, perhaps? We could take a break for tea, perhaps.
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