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The sun was shinning and it was just warm enough that despite the snow, Amber decided it was a perfect day to go for a run. Dressed just warmly enough, she took off, figuring that she’d reward herself with someone greasy for breakfast as a reward. Did that ruin her effort to run? Probably, but she didn’t really care. If a reward of food got her to exercise, who was she to question it. She hadn’t been running long when she decided to stop at the docks, pausing for a few minutes to take a sip of water and look out over the water. Hearing a voice, she turned her head just slightly. “Is 1 terrible or is 10 terrible? And I guess it depends on your feelings of legality and morality.”
“My feelings for legality is fuck it, and for morality it is also fuck it, with conditions.” Imogen replied, glancing back at the woman. “The law doesn’t scare me.” It shouldn’t, anyways. She’s been breaking it since she was a teenager, doing far worse things than stealing a rich man’s boat. “As for the scale, 10′s a totally terrible, shouldn’t do it opinion, 1′s a not terrible at all.”












