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“Apparently so, too bad I don’t seem to remember or what to remember.” He laughed softly as he finished the cigarette now, putting it out in the ground as he stretched. “According to some Donnie guy I’ve been here for 40 years…which I think is a load of horseshit but hey, whatever.”

Miss Flack crushed her own burnt out cigarette nub under her heel. “Donnie would know.” No answers in the smoke today.

“She’s been laying low, I’ve been just wondering if you were a friend of her’s is all.” Joe sighed as he continued to smoke his cigarette in an annoyed silence. No one around here seemed to know what they were doing or how to get out. “So have you been here long?”

“Yes.” That she could say with certainty. If he was looking for numbers, he was out of luck (with only a little bit pun intended). “But you’ve been here longer than me.”

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Baby please don’t look away when the morning break us.

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“Human…what the hell is a suite heart exactly? And who are you by the way?” Joe eyed her up and down as he uncrowded his arms, pushing up his sleeves more to show his tattoo sleeves. “do you know Rose?”

Now she had an idea of what was going on. “Nevermind,” she replied to his first question with a wave of smoke. All the macho posturing was, in her opinion, utterly eyeroll-worthy, but she kept her eyeballs still, thinking it best not to rile him up. “I’m Miss Flack, and I do know Rose... but I haven’t seen her in a long while.” She lifted her cigarette for another puff, but quickly added, “Sorry.”

“What?” He asked as he crossed his arms now as he sighed. “if you’re looking for that horseshoe guy everyone keeps confusing me with, you’re wrong. My name is Joseph.”

“Really...” she half-stated-half-asked slowly, trying to figure out what to do next. His eyes were normal –– a little wild, perhaps, but it definitely didn’t look like the Doctor was in. She took a drag on her cigarette. “You human or suiteheart?”

He took one silently as he pulls out a lighter he had found lying about the tugboat. “Thanks…and why would I rat on someone I don’t know?” He growled as he inhaled and sighed as he exhaled out the smoke.

#theluckyhorseshoecrab #/busy as hell but good #/how about you

One eyebrow shoots up and her eyes narrow. “Excuse me?”

Where can you get a cigarette in this madhouse?

#theluckyhorseshoecrab #/hiya em!

She isn't sure what he means, but she tilts her pack towards him. "Here," Miss Flack says, pulling her own cigarette away from her fuchsia lips, "Don't tell Donnie."

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Look, I'm not Death's biggest fan, but she hasn't done anything wrong. Sandman's being an idiot.

#/and then she rolled her eyes so hard the earth moved in the opposite direction for a second

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Attention Fellow Suitehearts:

He sighs heavily and gives her hand a gentle squeeze back, “I must say, I agree with you. But, if Sandman wants to play games, then we must abide by his rules.”

He looked over to her and half-smiled, “Especially if it means I can sleep in your arms once more.”

"I would like that,” she said, returning his half-smile, “I’ll sing you to sleep myself.”

Her sweetness for Donnie did not extend to Sandman, especially now. In fact, a bitter little seed was planted in the back of her mind in the form of a thought: that the master of dreams was taking advantage of Donnie’s kindness and forgiving nature for his own designs. It seemed to her that Sandman cared for little outside himself, and perhaps it was the lack of good sleep, but she had come to resent his selfishness. Which, coming from her, even she realized was saying something.

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Thank you my love.

It will be an easier time, having you by my side. let us go to the carousal and meet up with the others.

[ She takes his hand and squeezes it. ]

I have to say, though, that I don’t think we should have to do this at all.

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Attention Fellow Suitehearts:

If we are to get rid of our nightmares and return to our normal dreaming and sleeping schedules, we must band together and… help Sandman.

I have found no other way around this. If he wants us to play his little games then so be it.

If you wish to sleep in peaceful slumber again, please join Sandman and I to have a chat with Death.

This has gone on long enough.

mlssflack miss-peroxide classictiffanyblews mr-longcloud theluckyhorseshoecrab -and anybody else who wishes to join.

We will meet by the carousal.

Thank you.

-Donovan R.