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[Some of his hackles go up at this. But no no William, shes not yours yet, remember?] Then you can go.
I don't suppose you know her? [Poke the bear with a stick, GREAT PLAN] Pretty little thing, greek name?
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recordsofnavidson reblogged your post:
[Some of his hackles go up at this. But no no William, shes not yours yet, remember?] Then you can go.
I don't suppose you know her? [Poke the bear with a stick, GREAT PLAN] Pretty little thing, greek name?
recordsofnavidson replied to your post:
It is and it isn't. Can I help you?
Hm? Oh, no, I was just swinging by to see a friend. But she's obviously not in, so.
Greetings in the Graveyard
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Clara was in the graveyard she visited often with a camera balanced on one of the stones as she figured out the shot she was going to take. Behind her, she heard rustling in the grass. "Ah- ah- whoever you are, don't move. You're going to mess up my shot."
But the moment - whatever it was she had wanted to capture - had passed and she sighed before turning around to face whoever had interrupted her.
"So who're you then? I don't normally see anyone else passing through here. Most people think it's creepy."
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Sebastian's shop was still decorated for Christmas. And he was glad for it. As much as he knew how to be glad for anything that wasn't in direct relation to Jim. And he was glad to have the shop to occupy him again. For a slightly lesser version of glad than the decorations because the shop didn't really mean there was anything to do. just somewhere to sit. But Sebastian had a sketchbook out in front of him, pencil in hand and he was working on something when the door slid open. William doesn't even receive a glance. "Moran Delivery Service. How can I help you?"
Hello... er- can I help you?
Simply looking for new clients.
I'm a bookkeeper, or accountant. Take your pick.
Happen to know anyone that needs an accountant?