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Last night, several people reported the sighting of a "screaming red monster" in a quiet neighbourhood of Ealing. After a power shortage in the area, a building caught fire. It was then when, what was described as a "man shaped, footless creature" emerged from the flames, leaping, running, and screaming. One woman has told our reporters that the man had "teeth like a wolf, and the face of the devil". Police officers are still trying to get to the bottom of this; neither the power shortage nor the fire have still been explained. A spokesperson from Scotland Yard has stated that the "so called monster" might be a wounded person, escaping the fire.

TRAGEDY IN TOOLEY STREET
The police has found the bodies of three TFL workers in the construction site at Tooley Street. One of their colleagues raised the alarms last week, when the three workers didn't attend their shifts. The bodies of the men have been found in a deep hole, uncovered by the refurbishment works that are taking place in the area. According to the Police, the bodies were horribly mutilated, which has led to the wildest speculations. The names of the three workers are being kept anonymous, following the wishes of their families.

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MARCH 8 - PISCES
You are used to making sacrifices, to prioritising the happiness of others before yours. Even though that is a noble attitude, there are times in life where the only healthy alternative is to embrace your own selfishness and allow yourself some enjoyment. Reserve one hour per day to do something you really like. Treat yourself! Your colour for this month is blue.
Echoes from the past ring back into London. Their intensity increases until they are deafening. What once was a faded memory of a glorious time, now becomes a shocking reality. The consequences of actions taken decades ago ripple into the present, altering the lives of everybody in the City. Unguided and blind, Kindred wander around, trying to make profit out of the reigning chaos.


The appearance of four mysterious figures turned the city upside down. Mistrust and jealousy became the official currency of London. Serpents and fiends rise to power, misdirecting the blaming eyes of the Camarilla towards imaginary enemies. Only those with clear vision and the ability to trust each other strive, while the rest run towards a shallow grave.



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Population: 31

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Ventrue: 1
Toreador: 5 (6)
Brujah: 2 (3)
Malkavian: 7
Tremere: 2
Nosferatu: 3
Gangrel: 1
Ventrue: 1
Toreador: 0
Brujah: 2 (3)
Malkavian: 0
Nosferatu: 1
Gangrel: 1
Setites: 5
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Sheriff
Meredith Furlong
Hounds
Robyne Sheridan
Rosella Marie Allain


Keeper of Elysium
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Primogen
Ventrue: Marcus Antonio Russo
Brujah: Thomas Krusen
Gangrel: Alexa Mallik
Malkavian: Ellora Reese
Tremere: Hannah Sundling
Toreador: Arsenio Pozzi
Nosferatu: Dogan Khojak



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Khoza

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Haringey & Barnet: Clarice Harris
Harrow: Jelena Korolenko

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Retta Bell
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Annaretta was supposed to be calm and collected, but the longer she spent in London the angrier she got. She had hardly been there two weeks, and she was already letting first impressions and abject bias cement her views. She had been raised to earth-shaking chants of 'U-S-A! U-S-A!' and while she resented government in all its forms, she couldn't help but cling to some of her patriotism. She hadn't spent much time out of her inherited home in Brent, but when she did, everything irritated her. The change in currency was bad enough, and the slang she could almost handle, but the accents grated on her ears; she missed the familiar sharpness of her own tongue, but even a Texan drawl would be preferable to the blur of syllables that surrounded her now. It would have all been forgivable though, if, at the very least, they'd just drive on the right side of the fucking road.

Every time she caught herself in thoughts like this she chastised herself, knowing that it was nothing more than homesick judgment. Seattle might have screwed her over, but she missed it regardless. She held nothing against these people, and she'd get used to it all in time, but for now she was just angry. Angry and hungry. She was always hungry. It hadn't taken her long to abandon her romantic religious views in order to justify murder. In life she respected the cattle and ate them nonetheless; this was no different. It pained her though, when she thought about it, because it truly was just a justification. Her sire had ensured her that it was a feeling that would fade in time, but two months was certainly not time enough.

This night, when Retta woke she made her way to her unnecessary kitchen and grabbed herself a glass of water. It wasn't until the first drink passed her lips that she remembered the futility of her actions, and the glass quickly found itself shattered against a nearby wall. Her rage slowly cooled, and she proceeded to clean her mess at a thoroughly mortal pace. When she had finished she meditated for a moment and decided that perhaps the solitude was to blame for her overreaction; friendly or not, she had never really spent more than a day alone. It was time to get her feet wet.

Her knowledge of her kindred was limited at best; she understood that. She knew of basic hierarchy, clans and sects, but she was ignorant to practices, attitudes, the culture as a whole. Aside from her sire, she had never met another vampire, and she foolishly hoped that he wasn't a decent representation of the group. Violence and elitism, that was his outlook, and he wished it be hers. "You are Brujah," he had said, "it's in your nature." She believed the world to be a collection of labels, and she wondered what connotation 'Brujah' carried.

Retta may not have spent a great deal of time in the city, but she had overheard enough chatter to know where she would head tonight. She slicked her dark hair back into low ponytail that fell no more than a few inches, pulled on a pair of jeans that hugged her hips just so, and donned a brown cotton tank top that seemed just a size too small. She slipped into a pair of plain sandals and headed out with only a vaguely outlined plan. She would take her newly acquired and barely running car to The Night Tripper, but first, she needed to feed.

She found her meal, and some pocket change, at the expense of some shady character that had unfortunately crossed paths with her at a gas station mid-trip. It wasn't long after that she arrived at her destination. The place looked seedy, but that was, she supposed, desirable in this situation. She made sure to lock her doors when she departed from her vehicle, but she doubted that would really help. As she headed into the pub, which was admittedly a bar in her mind, she couldn't help but grin at the minute freedom she was about to step into; back in the States, she wouldn't have even been old enough to walk in.

Retta had always been very auditory, so the loudness of the place was a tad disturbing, but it faded quickly. She was seemingly invisible to everyone but the bartender as she took her seat. "What can I get for you, miss?"

"Water." Her reply was perhaps harsher than she intended it to be, as the man seemed put off, but he obliged her request. She took note to watch her tone.

She watched the glass in front of her, suddenly confronted with a lack of direction. She sighed, and finally noticed that she had been breathing this whole time, forcing air into dead lungs, clinging to another habit that had yet to fade. Retta decided that she would wait there at the bar for a while and pray that some chance encounter would favor her.
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It was a cold night, and it was only made colder by David's avoidance of blood tonight. He had decided he didn't want to risk frenzy, especially when he planned on meeting the Baron tonight. He rose early from the park ground, and left quickly, gathering his bag from the hollow in the tree he had found the night before. Hustling out, he headed for what he had taken for the Anarch Rack.

Moving quietly through the streets, his garb drew a number of strange looks, but no stranger than the ones the goths or the punks got. He kept his head up, always scanning for threats. If his time as Kindred had taught him anything, it was that constant vigilance was necessary to stay alive. He turned the corner, and there it was... The Night Tripper. He walked into it's seedy little interior, and quickly scanned the tap room. At the bar, he spotted a girl, obviously Kindred if you knew what you were looking for. He walked over, and took a seat next to her, waving the bar man off before he could bustle over.

"Hey there. You new in town?"
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"Walk in darkness Kindred"
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It was another night at the Night Tripper for Rob. Just relaxing and thinking about his next moves. During his time in London, he really had begun to call Enfield and the Night Tripper his home. His first real home in quite a long time, since he became a Brujah all those years ago to be exact.

He sat at the bar surveying the room. He didn't see any of the regular Anarchs around tonight. Nora, Sullivan, Marceline, none of them seemed to want to stop by the Tripper leaving Rob alone, quite a familiar feeling.

It was then that he saw them, well heard them first. When living in another country, anytime one heard an accent from their home country was enough to gain ones attention and to his amazement their were two of them, a man who looked to be of Native American decent and a younger woman whom seemed quite irritated to say the least.

And even better, they are both kindred. Rob thought looking at the two. Over so many years it became quite easy to tell a kindred apart from a mortal, the lack of heart beat, the lack of breath, the pale exterior even for the more darker skinned of us all, strange he never seen them in here before and judging from the man's response they didn't know each other either. Well I cannot allow a couple of new comers to just wonder in without an introduction. Rob thought cheerfully.

Rob approached the two. He wasn't in the mood to be subtle and coming from a man who enjoyed blowing shit up in the name of revolution, subtlety was a hard thing to come by for him. "How are we doing this evening?" he said to the two. "It is a pleasure to meet two newcomers to the Night Tripper especially when we are of the same... kind. And I'm not talking about being American's either. The name is Rob Aiken."
People should not be afraid of their government. Government should be afraid of their people.
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David Walsh
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David looks the man up and down quickly, judging his fellow Kindred. He was not bad looking, and seemed to be fairly strong. He'd probably be pretty tough in a fight... that was important to note. He was also another American... not what he'd expected. Were there any locals here?

"Davendra Walsh."

David shifts, so that he is facing both of the unknown Kindred. He keeps the bar to his back, so he has something to retreat behind. He's been bitten one too many times by unknown vamps.

"So, this is Anarch territory, right?"
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"Walk in darkness Kindred"
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Rob extended his hand.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Davendra." he said casually.

"Yes Enfield is Anarch territory. While there are plenty of gray area surrounding the place, in particular the Borough of Brent, Enfield is the one place that we can safely call our home and the Night Tripper our true safe haven. Interesting, I never seen the two of you in here before and the two newcomers quickly gravitate towards each other. I'm a Brujah by the way in case you were wondering."
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David shakes Rob's hand, warily. He keeps his eye on the woman though.

"I'm impressed. Most U ne gv A ni s ga ya can't pronounce that. If its easier for you, you can call me David. Brujah, huh? Gangrel personally."

David nods slightly, and turns to survey the room. He scans quickly for other Kindred, but there don't seem to be any others.

"If this is the Anarch hangout, where is everyone? I still need to meet the Baron..."

A i sv Ha wi na di tlv U la si gv i Go hu s di a na da dv ni
"Walk in darkness Kindred"
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Rob shrugged his shoulders. "When I lived in the States I had to take refuge in a Cherokee Indian Reserve for a couple of weeks. The people there were nice enough to take me in and I learned a thing or two from them. Very long story that one and best saved for another time. As far as the Baron is concerned, her name is Nora and she will be around eventually I'm sure. She likes to think of this as her castle or safe haven or whatever the hell you want to call it."

He turned his attention to the since silent woman. "But I would love to know about the quiet one over here. Hasn't said a word yet."
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Her wait was short, incredibly so.

Annaretta muttered under her breath, "Ask and ye shall receive." She had no doubt the two men had heard her. The more barbaric of the two was the first to approach her, but their conversation, if you could call it that, was short lived.

The second man was far cleaner cut than the first, and more forthcoming, which Retta clearly appreciated. Honestly, she would not have identified either of them as kindred had he not mentioned it. Their voices alone gave her some comfort, though she understood how threatening they could potentially be. The information she gained was valuable, and she lit up at the mention of Brujah. Though more importantly, it was good to know that she had landed exactly where she needed to be.

After the last bit of Davendra's speech she had already formed a tentative opinion of him. It was clear he wasn't one of the casino-types she was familiar with, but his quip about his name rubbed her the wrong way.

When Rob spoke to her directly she chuckled lightly, "Ah, I'm Annaretta Bell, Retta really, and Brujah as well, if it is customary to be so open. Good to meet you. There is not much to know about me, however. I came from Seattle and 'I'm new' would be a bit of an understatement." She felt it necessary to address the mention of the Baron, "At the risk of sounding terribly naive, I must ask, just how does one go about speaking to a Baron? I am afraid the information I'm relying on may be faulty, if not just the slightest bit vague."

Between her introduction and her question she extended a firm handshake to Rob, making sure to maintain as much eye contact as she could.
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Rob shook Retta's hand. "Pleasure to meet you Retta and might I say that it is nice to finally have another Brujah around here." He turned his attention back to David. "You sir will fill right at home here. There are plenty of Gangrel to go about, hell the Baron is a Gangrel herself."

After extending his confidence to David about the amount of Gangrel in the city he turned back to Retta. "But it is relieving to know that other Brujah Anarchs actually exist in this world. As for my openness, well that is just the kind of guy I am. No need to worry about the Baron. She is a pretty relaxed person, well whenever you meet her on a good day, which Cain willing she will be. Hell when I met her I didn't find out she was the baron until..." Rob paused thinking of the argument he had had with Nora and Sullivan a couple of weeks ago. "Well until a very unfortunate time. But she is still pretty cool. Just be yourself and if she looks pissed don't press the subject or else we will have to clean up someone's blood. Might not be yours but it will definitely be somebody's."
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David glares at Retta, annoyed at being ignored. While he was used to people scorning him due to his heritage or his looks, at least most of them had the good grace to do it to his face. The other gentleman, while more polite, also seemed to be focused on the woman. That annoyed him. After all, not only was he there first, he was also the first to talk to the stranger.

"Well, I doubt I'll fit in. No where near enough trees for this one's blood. Still, there is a significant lack of Wendigo, so I might stay a while."

David laid a hand on the woman's shoulder, not hard, but solidly. He intended it as a friendly gesture, as it was part of a traditional sign of respect in the Cherokee culture. He was upset by her rudeness, but he was still in awe of her. Most fledglings didn't stray far from their sire, and yet here she was. It reminded him of his own rebirth in a way... cast adrift on a sea of blood and death...

"Well, seems we're in the same boat here. What is the protocol of packs around here? Or are you all solitary creatures, secretly craving the safety of a pack?"
Edited by David Walsh, Thursday, 15. November 2012, 07:33.
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Retta was relieved at hearing Rob's impression of the Baron, but she did not instantly assume that things would go swimmingly. It was unfortunate though, knowing that the Brujah, the Anarchs at least, were not common here. She was firm in her opinion against judging based on anything other than individual merit, but she was not foolish enough to discount the benefits of a common clan and sect. She wondered, however briefly, if she was wise to be taking this man at his word, but she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Retta's inquisitive streak peaked at David's mention of a term she did not know, Wendigo, but it was quickly crushed as his hand fell on her shoulder. Her body tensed in an immediate response to the foreign touch, and if that had not been warning enough, she reflexively pushed a short hiss of stagnant air through her teeth. Her temper flared, and her instincts told her to strike, but the intelligent section of her mind knew he was not hostile. She retained her rigid and defensive posture, but did not move to push him away.

Any further questions she may have had about the Baron could wait, for her sarcastic nature had won out. "The safety of a pack?" Retta repeated, turning her head to raise an eyebrow at David, "You do understand that we are not all as uncivilized as animals, right?"
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Oh boy... She is a tempered one. Rob thought after he saw Retta's outburst. His clan had a bad reputation for losing their tempers really easily, the effects of the blood and the clan had effect with people. He was slightly better at controlling it than most but even he had his moments of intense outbursts, most of the Anarchs had already become very familiar with that side of him. But some Brujah loved to wear their hearts on their sleeves. Nothing wrong with it, he even had a strange sort of admiration for the ones that did. However they did tend to rub people the wrong way, more than likely like David here.

"Hey let's keep cool here." Rob said, trying to play peacekeeper but remaining stern. "You two want to know how to really piss the Baron and the Anarchs on the whole for that matter? Start a fight in the Night Tripper. I guarantee Nora will be chewing your ass out before she even walks through the door."

Rob hoped that the message got through with the two of them. There was a chance it could backfire and the two would just get pissed at him too. He wasn't worried about it, fights were no big deal for him. But his goal was to make friends tonight, not enemies.
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"Hey now, calm down U s di U lv. I'm not suggesting you're anything like an animal. I'm just sayin' in my experience, there's safety in numbers. As for pack... that's a term I learned from home. Can't help pickin' things like that up as kinfolk to a bunch of Wa ya A ni s ga ya."

Seeing her tense at his touch worried David, and he quickly removed his hand. Slightly abashed, he turned to Rob.

"So this is Elysium for the Anarchs then? Good to know."

Here's hopin this lady ain't as much of a bitch as she seems to be. David's thoughts began to stray to what he knew of Brujah, and Kindred as a whole. While some of her behavior made sense, sh was hostile towards him from the get go... What could make her dislike me so... ah... She thinks I'm a savage because of what I look like. David hoped he had a chance to set things right.
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"Walk in darkness Kindred"
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Retta Bell
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Retta was quick to coin the situation as a minor disaster. A fight had never been her intention, and yet she was being told to calm down. She understood though; she had been abjectly hostile for what she was sure seemed like no reason, as anyone would have seen. It was somewhat out of character for her, or it least it used to be. She fought her battles with words, not violence, but she was different now, and her fresh temper would take some getting used to.

She picked through the foreign language and concluded that at least David was reasonable; she had inadvertently insulted his culture, yet he had responded without anger.

Her voice lowered and lost its edge as she spoke to them, the shame of her outburst evident, "I- I am sorry. I did not mean to offend."

Retta was not above apologizing when she knew she was wrong, but still, it stung her pride. The elasticity of her mood remained though, and she quickly recovered her positivity. Her next question was understandably directed at Rob, "So, what's the population like around here? I mean, aside from the obvious, is there anyone worth knowing?"
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"It's all right U s di U lv. Most people look at we 'Beasts' with a certain measure of... shall we say superiority. They find us uncivilized, which just happens to be our strength. I'm sure the way I'm dressed doesn't help my case... Beyond that, we all know the heat of Brujah blood, one way or another."

David smiled an easy smile, meant to put the woman at ease. She seemed intelligent, and above all cognizant of her faults. He could sympathize. He turned to Rob, and leaned forward, his interest peaked by Retta's question to the local. After all, it was better safe than sorry.

While he was enjoying (albeit difficultly so far) getting to know these new Kindred, he was in new territory, and unlike home, you didn't piss to mark it. At least not that he'd heard so far. He should probably get himself a pack, and maybe ghoul up some of the local wild life... Never know when you need an extra pair of eyes... or teeth.
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Rob breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad that the duo were being rational. They both seemed like good kindred and Rob even thought that with enough time the two could grow to be friends. Though that Brujah blood that David mentioned was always a problem with his clan in making new friends. Luckily though Gangrel and Brujah did get along very well.

"Well it is kind of an 'unofficial elysium'. We don't fight among ourselves here. If someone comes in giving us shit then by all means break a chair over their head. I kid of course, but in seriousness just keep things civil between Anarchs, especially here. There are too few of us to get into fights with ourselves."

He paused. His comment did give him a good segway into Retta's question but Rob thought of the best way to approach it. There was a lot of gray area when it came to London. Not everything was clearly drawn down Sect lines. The Ventrue Camarilla and those devoutly loyal to the Prince were the only real exceptions. "We are pretty small I have to admit." Rob said. "But we are probably the quickest growing of the sects. Don't think that this is drawn straight down sect lines. Most of the Sabbat aren't that bad and as much as I despise the Camarilla there are a few that I can tolerate. My advice, try to stay away from the core city of London. That is firmly under the Prince's control and his Ventrue are pretty loyal to him. Other then that just don't let your guard down when you leave Enfield and Brent and you should be fine."
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If Retta had a trigger word, superiority was it. She truly believed it was the root of everything that was wrong with the world, and did not appreciate being associated with it. However, she wasn't stupid enough to think it didn't affect her too. The mention of it though, reminded her to push past her initial opinions of the native man; he may have come off as culturally entitled, but he wasn't unlikable, in fact, he was downright friendly. They both were, and having gotten over the turbulent patch, Retta was starting to feel much better about her decision to come out tonight.

She listened intently to Rob's information, and silently thanked the memory of her fallen mentor for leaving her a home in just the right place. She would be certain to heed his advice in order to avoid unnecessary conflict. Fighting definitely seemed to be part of the culture, and it was to her current understanding that she had the slightest natural edge, but she didn't feel the need to use it. Retta assumed that she would be sticking around the Tripper, seeing as it was indeed somewhat of a civil zone.

"Good, good!" She replied with enthusiasm, feeling more natural as the conversation progressed, "You've been especially helpful, Rob, thanks. I think I'll be alright here."

Then she felt it, a growing claw of hunger. 'I just fucking ate!' she thought, thoroughly irritated with the idea of having to feed again. She blamed her appetite on the lingering stress of moving, but that made it no less tolerable. She didn't wish to just leave though; these were potential friends, and she'd like to have some form of contact. "But uh, I've gotta get going, stuff to do, you know? Either of you have pen and paper I can write a number on?"
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Rob pulled a pen and pad of paper from his pocket and quickly jotted down his number for Retta and David.

"If you two need anything just call me. Next time Nora comes around I'll tell her to talk to the two of you. Until then call or text if you ever need anything."
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"Thank you. One issue though... no phone. Also, I've kinda got one more question. Any problem if I ghoul some of the local wildlife?"

David takes the number, and puts it in his bag anyway. You never know when you might need something like that. He notices Retta is getting ready to go, and makes a snap decision. He has been a lone wolf for years, and maybe it is time he found a pack... after all, there can only be strength in numbers. As she gets up to go, he rises with her.

"Mind if I tag along U s di U lv? I've apparently got nothing better to do."
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"Sure thing." Retta smiled at Rob, making a mental note to at least text him later.

She was somewhat surprised by David; all appearances aside, who really didn't have a phone these days? Then again, she assumed he wasn't quite as young as he looked. "You've gotta get a phone, man," she nonchalantly waved her hand, "no two ways about it."

The question he had posed her was an awkward one, at least for her. She had shared a lot of meals in her life, but this wasn't exactly breaking bread. Retta got that he didn't know where she was going, and she certainly didn't want to tell him. Her mind pushed to find a convenient excuse and came up empty, so she settled for something vague. She donned her friendliest tone, "I'm gonna assume you called me something nice, but uh, I'm afraid my business isn't exactly company friendly." She didn't want to completely blow him off though, especially since he didn't have the essential phone, "I'll definitely be around here though, if you ever need a hand."
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