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But she deserves to know, doesn't she?

A tinge of affection.

Base it in fact. He won't believe it otherwise.

You don't have any photographs like this. You don't even know this many people.

It certainly appears she's pulled it off.

Eszti never mentioned a family of her own, but it looks like she's married into a huge one.

Love's most ardent champion.

There is rat shit everywhere. You're going to get rabid.

All traces of fear, gone.

Does he remind you of her? Another victim of techno-fascist wizardry, not here of his own volition.

More importantly, why do you feel that way?

He really isn't.

His voice breaks. The audible beat of a shattered heart.

He doesn't believe you.

Do you have a choice, Hershel?

A new belonging.

You miss them all terribly, for a moment. Or maybe you miss being lost among them.

Amused by her own obscurity.

A joke. They don't care about 'winning'.

Portofiro has been like this since before they were born. They can't remember a different world -- but the song brings it to them.

Excitement high enough to render danger irrelevant.

Half-laughing, as if firearms are ridiculous at a conceptual level.

The moments where you knew each other best.

What is Melita doing right now? Is it in any way related to you? And if it's not related to you, is she maybe daydreaming of you a little bit?

Your character is a woman chronically obsessed with her own pain, a cripple, almost, but one who filters it all through an engine of language.

What can't be forged: The surge of all-engulfing sadness you feel as your hand rests on the page.

In short: Born capitalist, reborn communist.

Teens do not like being given things. They prefer to take.

Just one more customer she won't have to deal with again.

A similarity she hasn't ignored.

Not her business, not her problem.

Not 'why'd you leave', blessedly. She knows her audience.

Your defensiveness makes her cagey. Try to cool it.

Offended that you'd mistake her for someone's wing-woman.

She doesn't give it a second thought.

Mercifully not insisting on your name. She knows her audience.

She's too proud to ask for help, but she'd gladly take it.

Not her place to eavesdrop.

An old hand at hearing other people's problems, and displaying just enough sympathy to make them feel listened to.

Something about the woman in the photo doesn't match the person standing in front of her now.

He doesn't seem the murdering type. But you can never rule anything out.

Nicer than any cop had the right to be. Still, he believed in the cause -- your cause.

He was a friendly face she barely remembers.

It's as if you just told her a secret, the same secret she has kept for many of her patrons.

She suspects the answer is 'now'.

She's just happy you took the hint -- she truly doesn't want to dwell on this.

He'd cover you if you whined about it, but only if he was already getting one for himself.

And your work made her lie to him, betray his trust. He could sense the distance growing between them, but could not bridge the gap.

An attempt to spare your feelings.

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