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This is a direct attack. A drive-by critique, duck and dive!

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Her eyes dart left and right, machine-like. Occasionally they pause as she processes a thought before continuing.

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You have performed admirably, operant.

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False promises and disappointments? Those are two of your special abilities.

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Forever consigned to the backroom. The worst fate for any laboured words -- including some of your own.

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Forever consigned to the backroom. The worst fate for any laboured words.

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The lower level is the jail, in other words.

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Whatever's down there is a secret, kept even from her.

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The sensation of puzzle pieces connecting inside you.

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There's always the dangerous option. Express delivery.

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For something sneakier, you could try the route via the waterlock you drained.

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For something more secretive, that little girl mentioned seeing a door in the waterlock canal...

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Or you could case the rest of the building to see if there's an alternative way down there.

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Forget that shitty Opera-assigned pen. You've got an editor's pen now!

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A ripe opportunity to see how this new editor's pen glides across the page.

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Not to mention the mysterious flooded basement that's currently off-limits.

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That 'subeditor' is an EMTERR operant for certain. Rank unknown.

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Barely holding it together as she dramatises her words.

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Showing this woman the cryptogram has revealed far more than you should.

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It's almost like she's lost a fundamental part of herself.

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Hardly. You have utterly failed as a poet so far.

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Steady on. You'll need to prove yourself a competent spy before you can make that kind of transition.

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Waltz asymmetrically in the unseen. Something you're used to.

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Unfortunately, it won't make you a better spy.

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You don't need art, you need a gäng. Real shit.

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She's not wrong. It's a crime against decency.

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Amid the heavy darkness that possesses her comes a sunny spell. It won't last long.

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Her composure is immaculate, but it's not enough to hide the agony crashing through her.

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That feels harsh. Maybe the gäng has gone too far...

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Her composure is immaculate. If she felt any pain from this it goes completely unseen.

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You feel the sting of a decision made, unable to be reversed.

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The outline of a man, his back and shoulders, spotlit in your mind -- before he disappears into the black, never to be seen again.

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A man runs away in your mind, zig-zagging towards an unknown fate, but still very much alive.

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The shake in her hand intensifies. She looks like she could be sick.

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She looks like she could be sick.

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Can't trust anyone in this world that you occupy. You are forever being deceived.

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You remember the many times you have staked out a place, a person. All by yourself -- at all times, in all weathers.

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Resigned, she sinks into herself, doing her best to swallow her pride.

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Are you risking your cover just so you can feel cool for a moment? Try to have some sense.

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That's the poetry magazine you got for Hauzmann. Glossy cover, pretty high-end.

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That's the poetry magazine you have on you. Glossy cover, pretty high-end.

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That's the poetry magazine you've heard about. Has its offices nearby -- or, at least, it did.

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That's the poetry magazine you found in the book stand behind her.

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It was bad, not horrendous, as that would make it memorable.

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Here's a question for you: when was the last time you enjoyed your own line of work?

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Hope all the stress and isolation and paranoia is worth it.

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Overly defensive. Usually a sign of insecurity.

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No doubt due to the security breach you enacted. An unfortunate knock-on effect.

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Your little security breach and subsequent escape must have had something to do with it.

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An attempted smile fails to mask the pain behind it.