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[wetworking]

This City seems to derive amusement from the most foolish of things. Are those who run it "gods", or sweet children playing dress-up?

Or playing "house", more like, if the recent chaos is any indication.

Who has actually spoken to these "gods"?

I find myself even more of an atheist than I already was.

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[flensing]

It was a pleasure to see you again.

Sincerely,
Anna

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[wetworking]

It suited you.

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[flensing]

Thank you. I help out at the Welcome Center and the Youth Center, and I waitress at the Blue Light, if you would ever care for a visit.

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[wetworking]

You're busy.

I wouldn't mind a drink.

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[flensing]

I try to be.

Not too busy to say hello if you come in, though!

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[wetworking]

Then I will come.

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[flensing]

Thank you, I would like that.

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[wetworking]

I see.

[She may, in fact, become a quiet semi-regular.]

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[flensing]

Take care until then, Miss Hazuki.

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[worldofourown]

A practical idea.

I've spoken to one of them. 'God-like' he was not.

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[wetworking]

Do tell.

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[worldofourown]

Human speech. Human mannerisms.

Human inclination to - play petty pranks. Which he did.

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[wetworking]

How disappointing to hear.

I held them to higher standards.