Dossier Nineteen

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[Henrietta is cradling a small potted plant protectively against her chest, looking back and forth as though someone might appear to take it from her. Quietly, she tells it,]

I'll take you back later, after I talk to him, okay? I know there's no sun, but we'll find someplace nice. I promise.

Comments

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[... eyebrow quirk.] Is she.

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[ >>;; ]

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[:|?]

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...don't you want to meet her?

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I'm a little more concerned with why her being pretty is being used as incentive for me to do it.

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[hjdsfa] It's not. Really. She's just pretty.

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... Right.

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[Looking self-consciously at her her shoes.]

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[watches her for a moment] ... Henrietta. What?

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[O.o] N-nothing.

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Really?

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[kdjflksdf] W...well...

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Well...?

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Well, if she's pretty, and you like her... [dfjksjflkjsdfd]

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[Quiet for a moment, then he sighs.] I doubt that would happen, Henrietta.

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[Hesitantly--] I thought people liked having relationships like that.

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Relationships like... what, exactly? [Just to make sure they're on the same page.]

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Boys and girls... liking each other. Like the boy who liked Rico.

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Then, yeah. They do. But... I already had a relationship like that.

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Oh, really?

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... Yeah.

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What's wrong?

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She's... [Quiet. He shrugs.] It's a long story.

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Oh... You knew her before?

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I did, yeah.