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[turn_u_in2shoes]

'Bored people are sooo boring.' A guest on a radio therapy talk show chirped with unabashed enthusiasm. She was talking out of her bum, Moriarty  laughed loudly as he continued his Physical therapy exercises in relative  solitude.  Except for Moran, who was somewhere in the multi-suite condo
doing God knows what.

'What they neeed to do is ...' The

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[col_bashermoran]

[turn_u_in2shoes]

"Pick a city any city. I feel like a change." Down went one knee and up comes the other. Continuing to stretch, Moriarty felt an adrenaline surge at the idea of changing locale even if just for a while.

"It's either that or I start going all beautiful mind on the walls of this place. Again." Sure, he could afford the repairs, but it was boring and mundane fixing a suitable place such as this. He would do it elsewhere this time.

[col_bashermoran]

[turn_u_in2shoes]

"Ehhh, maybe." He repeats the process with each leg and then stands to grab the ballet bar. An oddity for sure, but if one looked closely at Moriarty's muscle structure, he was a natural at ballet exercises, which he always done and probably why his first kill had made the mistake of laughing at him.

"I suppose we could include it, if you wish, but that face of yours doing that whole ...nngh." He pauses to kick one leg up over the bar. "... pick a city you actually like or we will go to Amsterdam and trust me you will hate every second."