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| So, I really thought things were going well, as well as they could with our being 2,000 miles apart, and he just disappears. Poof. Gone. For a month. I thought he was dead. | |
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| No, ma'am. We had him this whole time. It was only a month. That's nothing, really. He did try to contact you telepathically. | |
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| I know, but it felt like longer. Felt like forever. And maybe it's because I had decided that he was dead in an alley, but I never got any of his messages. | |
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| And now you are feeling annoyed and put out because he expects things to go back to the way they were before, is that correct, ma'am? | |
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| Well, I mean, they have. He hunted me down again. We are working on the comics together again. He's as charming and fascinating as ever. I totally missed him while he was gone. | |
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| I suggest playing a little hard to get, ma'am. And a much better internet connection. | |
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