[a scrap of paper left crumple on the desk, to make the red ink of the marker pen scrawled across barely readable. A list of names, or somewhsat names, the last one ringed several times, fingerprints smudged into the ink, before it was thrown away angrily, and he clawed his fingers through his hair in frustration. There was no way he knew the gal.
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and Eliza sends her love~ ;3
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