Long time no post, apparently ... it's exceedingly easy to lose track of time in this town. What feels like a week is often less than a day, and vice versa. Must remember to finally corner
the expatriate and get this explained. In the meantime, have just dismissed the three field agents who just beat down the door of my hotel in mad mid-search
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Didn't hear you complaining before.
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Besides, he's getting married anyways. Couldn't care less.
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Though... come to think of it...
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Not a demon. Just got a disease. Not from some hell dimension.
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Oh, wait. That was Cole.
I'm feeling very discriminated against. Perhaps I should arrange it so that every single address in the CIA database refers to a local 7-11. That'd make keeping track of those pesky bad guys a little harder, eh? Or maybe just e-mail all the sweet little nothings flying between you and Cole to that Vaughn fella -- that might go over well...
I'm just not feeling the love...
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Probably shagging that blond twit in front of a roaring UV heat lamp in the perpetual darkness, that fuckwit.
Sure. Fine. Leap into Category III, for all I care. And if you get off on my humiliation, you're sure to love what's coming next.
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Will you be dressing up in black leather and a pair of kitchen knives to dance with an ambiguously gay blind chap wearing red leather and brandishing a walking stick from Hell...?
It's only a guess... :-)
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