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What's past is prologue.
Where is Marcus when you need him?
It feels like the past has come back in full force.
Another day, another set of tedious questions from nosy interns.
Nice to see children designed this website. Nothing has changed.
Another lovely day in [Redacted]
sourireimmortelā:
I had quite a bit to familiarize myself with. Locations of old, friendly faces. Projects gone by the wayside. Seems people truly are nothing without us.
When the cats are away, the mice run amok. Thereās work to be done.
Iāll have your favorite drink warmed and ready for your return, sir. Whenever that may be.
Finally.
Oh, Miranda. Were you worried about me?
You havenāt been this quiet in years. I had feared you may have broken the hip I graciously gave you.
Finally.
Marcusās chai lattes seemed so silly, but this one is simply superb.
jacobiitch replied to your post: Iāve never been so thankful for routine...
thats a shame
It was. Yet some shame still lingers, when it should have been ripped out onto the docking bay floor.
Iāve never been so thankful for routine maintenance. I am now in fully working order for the first time in a long time.
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Itās nice to see the children playing again.
I have seen enough of Ms. Young. I thought I missed her until the day she returned.
Home is where the shambling body decides to deposit itās malfunctioning heart at the end of the day.
I could have made it waterproof, but where is the fun in that?