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Post by skybright on Sept 9, 2008 23:25:30 GMT -5
Daws chuckled wryly. "It does have a nice kind of irony, doesn't it?"
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Post by Jordanna on Sept 9, 2008 23:42:39 GMT -5
"In a creepy way, I guess." Joey shrugged. "Guess I can't talk, though... I get my paycheck from him, too. That's why I keep telling myself what I just said: at least it's something that's not going toward hurting people."
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Post by skybright on Sept 10, 2008 18:10:55 GMT -5
"We're in the same boat there, kid." Daws said with a sympathetic smile.
The pair made their way down the block to the office of Grimalkin, and Daws unlocked the front door and shouldered it open. “Home, sweet home.”
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Post by Jordanna on Sept 10, 2008 22:01:56 GMT -5
"If you're gonna be making those phone calls now, I guess I should get in some filing," Joey remarked, with a pained grin.
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Post by skybright on Sept 10, 2008 22:08:55 GMT -5
Daws grinned crookedly at him and headed for the back office. "Sorry, kid. No rest for the wicked -- or for us, either."
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