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Joar was good at mending engines, because in them he could always see what was broken, but humans are full of crap you can't see. We break in the invisible parts. So Joar didn't know how to say that he loved the artist.
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Siv traveled from the forest district to comfort her daughter. The first day of winter Tola sold chickens to Joar (and eggs to Gerd Sydport). I think she will do fine.
Joar: Hey, are you still pissed?
Marrion: [holds up doll] Do you think this voodoo doll looks enough like my bro to actually work?
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Joar: Can we get those uh….[waves finger in a circle] circle movies?
Nicholas: Circle movies?
Joar: Oh! CD’s?
Nicholas: Dvd’s…..
Joar: Fuck!
Joar: [slides up to Nick] Hello beautiful, you come here often~?
Nicholas: We’re married, Joar.
Joar: Play along~!
Nicholas: Oh, sorry. I’m not interested.
Joar: ... Wait are you playing along?
Marrion: I’m not crazy, Joar saw it too!
Joar: Yeah!
Beatrix: Joar’s young and impressionable.
Joar: Yeah!
Beatrix: Aw, hell, he’d eat a spoon full of dirt if you told him it tasted like chocolate.
Joar: That’s not true!
Beatrix: Really? That’s where you draw the line?
Joar: No, I mean it’s not true that dirt tastes like chocolate, right? Seriously, right?
