CASE 006; TEXT

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Clerical error.
002 » 125 is supposed to be 001 » 198.

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[ and just because Neal if chronology stands is meeting up with Jim soon-ish instead of Sherlock? IDK I like making your life difficult Sarah. ]

We're at the end of the world.
You could die tomorrow.
What stupid people do is have sex.

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[ OH MY GOD.

WHAT.

BLUESCREEN. ]

...Are you propositioning me?

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Do you admit you're stupid?

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Do you?

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Redirect. Asked first.

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You know what I want, I don't know what you want. Disadvantaged party gets a handicap, just like golf.

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That's still a redirect.

What expression are you making?

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I'm a liar, we do that.

An embarrassingly hopeful one.

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Redirect.
I type that too often. I'm going to assign a shortcut.

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Have you deleted Whitman from that memory of yours?

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You're quoting poetry instead of just saying you want to be stupid and have sex?

I press shift+6 and get redirect.

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Song of Myself, stanza five.

If you don't know it, look it up. That's my answer.

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Quote Caffrey not Whitman.

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Fine. Slavedriver.

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In answer: yes / I'm stupid / it aches.

[ well, that's a nice jumbled mess of true but oddly arranged answers. ]

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Yes. / You make me stupid. / I don't know what to do either.

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I changed my mind. My room, later tonight? I need more than an hour.

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Alright.

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Thank you.

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For what?

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Neruda, If You Forget Me.

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Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2. 116-119

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Song of Songs, 1:2.

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Attached file.
>2311420.txt

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Definitely more than an hour.