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crystal | letter | cease and desist notices slipped under her door | action

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I told you from the start, I'm in a good mood. Not my fault you didn't take that to heart.

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So when you're in a good mood you lie.

[exsecutus]

Joke. Don't be bitter because you misread.

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You're terrible at jokes.

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And you're a terrible audience.

[Though now he's thinking of Marisol, which causes a twist deep in him. It can't be helped. He takes one final swallow of rum to clear it, and shoves the flask back in place.]

And a worse runner. Next time we need a letter delivered, we'll leave you behind.

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I -

[ That stings. ]

It wasn't - It wasn't cause I'm a bad runner.

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Good. Perhaps you can prove it.

In fifty year's time.

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Fifty -

[ With an incredulous little cry - ]

Fifty years? What happened to, oh, you keep fighting and that's good? What, now I'm not allowed to fight with you?

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[yeah that's right don't get comfortable with that encouragement]

Fighting isn't running.

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Running's easier than fighting.

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Then take it as a compliment.

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That's not a compliment. That's a slightly-less-nasty insult.

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And that's as good as you're going to get from me, so be satisfied.

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Ugh. Sometimes I wonder why I even talk to you.

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Mm. If you've nothing else to say--

[He makes sure that his flask is secure, that it's not going to fall and break and maybe spill everywhere, it is far too precious for that fate.]

I'll take my leave of you.