Turn Time Forwards.

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“…Do you ever just feel like you’re or getting what you’re talking about mid sentence? I’ve gotten used to it, but man is it annoying….”

“…Oh hey! Didn’t see you there. You say something, or was that me?”

“If you suck at it, then just say so. No point in throwing a hissy fit about it like a loser-“

“…You just did not even ten minutes ago, claiming the rates are rigged. I even TOLD you how it worked….”

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- The Good Times…

-The Den was a special place she could call home. Her birthplace. A special sort of place that she didn’t feel so out of place in. She had friends as a child. Friends she’d go on hunts with or play with during their free time, or when their parents were away for other matters. It was a sort of safe space, and very much so a place she holds dear to her heart. The winters could be harsh, but on the ‘normal’ snowy nights under the glowing skies of the late winter, it was magical…like being in a dream. Between the glowing sky and the shooting stars, there was hardly ever a dull moment there.

“…I need a lawyer.”

“Why do you need a lawyer?”

“…I might or might not have gotten into a bar fight…nor might I have dislocated someone’s arm…”

“….”

“Yeah, good luck with that-“

“…Look. All I’ve got is apple juice, orange juice, and water. What do you want?”

“….Apple…sweet.”

“…Uh huh. Take it. Stop begging for my stuff… Do that to literally anyone else…”

“…Спасибо…”

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