[Getting sent to Westport by the weeping angels was more than a little unsettling for Miakis, not to mention highly unpleasant and exhausting. When she returns to Mayfield on Thursday, she eats a larger meal than a woman of her size and stature should be capable of consuming, takes a long nap, and... talks to her drone husband.
Dammit, Ken. It's
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Well, I'm sure you'll find someone willing to put up with ya.
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...oh, and, uh. Got a minute for something?
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...Hmm? Sure, what's up?
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A miserable looking kid in a sweater vest -- that possibly being the chief source of misery right there -- has had a similar idea. Caesar's managed to get to a branch high enough for a decent view of the park yet still large enough to support him lounging against the trunk.]
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My, my, someone looks unhappy!
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[Caesar looks over at the other tree and raises an eyebrow. Why does she sound so familiar...?]
You would look unhappy, too, if you were stuck wearing this thing.
[He picks at the fabric of the sweater vest irritably.]
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There weren't any suits, though! There wasn't much at all there, actually. Just... ruins. It was really quiet.
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