And none of them are me. A damn shame, that. I bet I- [ his face just burst into a dark shade of red as he chokes on the remainder of that sentence. made with⦠love. love?! ] Ah ha- hah, yeah, and I⦠Iām the best.
...oh, yeah, definitely. We, ah, don't have all day. I still need to decorate the roof a little bit more, since I want it as close to perfect as I can get it.
Nope. I think most people thought I might kill them, or that the Fatui would do so. A fair assumption, honestly. And itās not like I ever met anybody worth my time and effort.
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I'll think of it. In the meantime. We should finish this.
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1/3
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Love, h- hah.
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