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[yourbestguysgun]

[ An amused Brooklyn accent filters through the device with the vaguest rasp of sound. ]

You should all be super glad I didn't get hit with the curse yesterday. New York'll never forget the summer I poisoned the entire block. Jenny Simpson never spoke to me again, broke my little eight year old heart. [ A rumble of a laugh. ] Oh, the good ol' days.

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[hexuality]

Well, that wasn't very fair of her. Even I've broken hearts over a bit more than an awful glass of lemonade.

[Though really, her break-up reasons? Really not much better. At all.]

voice;

[yourbestguysgun]

I never really had the best luck, I was as scrawny as Rogers was, covered in mud and scrapes. She probably got a lucky escape. I think she married a fella from the Navy.

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[hexuality]

[Cheerfully,]

I'd pick you any day, if that helps. Her loss, besides; I mean, look at you! You wouldn't shove—er—help a girl through a door, right, when she could do it herself?

[Ginny, you have befriended people from the 1940's before. Are you sure you want to ask this question.]

voice;

[yourbestguysgun]

Well, I'd open it, I guess.

[ You are confusing his 1940s morality. ] If she didn't wanna go through it, I wouldn't make her.

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[hexuality]

We have this door to our tower at school and I had a boyfriend always help me through it even after I'd asked him not to.

[It sounds stupid when you say it out loud, Ginny.]

Anyway, not the point. Was the lemonade that terrible?

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[yourbestguysgun]

Well, you wouldn't have to ask me twice. It's a dame's prerogative.

[ There's a low laugh. ] Christ, it was awful. The stench was worse than the smell of the deli on the corner of our street. Guys used to have to borrow their doll's scarves, tie 'em round their faces.

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[hexuality]

Good answer.

[She pauses.]

... what did you make it with?

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[doeswhathewants]

Why did you poison your entire block? To sell them all the cure at cutthroat rates in order to turn a profit?

...that is a rather good idea, actually.

[punchedhitler]

Jenny Simpson never spoke to you again because she caught you kissing Rebecca Peters in the alley behind the candy store.

[yourbestguysgun]

Oh. [ A sheepish grin. ]

I never got the whole story then.

[punchedhitler]

You were eight and already breaking hearts.

[yourbestguysgun]

Weren't my fault, girl's were weird strange.

[ All he cared about were baseball cards and haunted houses. ] You missed the lemonade thing, right? You were sick.

[punchedhitler]

Yeah, my asthma was bad. They had to call the doctor, remember?

[yourbestguysgun]

Probably never would've happened with you bein' my conscience.

[punchedhitler]

It woulda still happened. Only less people would have gotten sick.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Grinning. ]

I was the best kid.

[punchedhitler]

You were a punk. We're lucky you didn't get run out of Brooklyn.

[yourbestguysgun]

The nun's would've missed me.

[punchedhitler]

I would have missed you.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Smiling at him. ]

You could've visited me in my hide-out.

[punchedhitler]

Coney Island?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Laughing. ]

Somewhere, my eight year old self is declaring you lord of all ideas.

[punchedhitler]

Oh, come on, that's every kid's plan, isn't it?

[yourbestguysgun]

I was gonna live in a strawberry malt factory, I had it all planned out.

[punchedhitler]

Strawberry malt factory?

It's original, I'll give you that.