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[statesmancider]

@fcmily

“Y’see a lot o’ different people in the booze business.” Johnny’s smile was an easy one to match his carefree drawl. He never liked people knowing too much, especially those that worked for officially sanctioned agencies. “Wasn’t surprising t’me when he up and started runnin’ from you suit types.”

[imjustanauthor]

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“UI’ve always wanted a child,” Micheal said, after a moment. “And you appeared for me.” the smile was full of love.

“That’s a rubbish secret,” John immediately declared. To be honest, he’d have rathered a dream over a secret. Dreams were more interesting, right? Secrets were just things you lied about. Oh well, though; apparently that as what they were discussing now.

“My secret is that, uh...” Hm, what was a good secret? “Um... Eh, secrets are rubbish. Did you know I had a dream about a, uh, a thingy. A robot thingy. It wanted to steal my brain because obviously all robots want to do that. It’s how they’re powered, right?