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Conversation · Horseback Monument
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Your mind is silent, just like the roundabout under the sodium lights.
Your mind is silent, just like the roundabout in the falling rain.
Your mind is silent, just like the roundabout in the falling snow.
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He nods, eyes still on the veiled apparition above, on the troves and troves of flowers below, their sickly sweet scent pungent in the cold air.
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He nods, eyes still on the veiled apparition above, on the troves and troves of flowers below, their sickly sweet scent pungent in the dark.
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A figure in a day dress, cuddled up in an armchair... she looks up and smiles at you across the living room.
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- "Never mind. Another question -- was it all worth it?"
- "One more question, if you don't mind -- was it all worth it?"
- "But was it all worth it? Everything that came before -- Cindy, the stocks, even the street lamp."
- "And was it all worth it?"
- "But was it all worth it? Everything that came before -- Cindy, the stocks, the thing with Idiot Doom Spiral..."
- The lieutenant speaks as if you're rich -- a common misconception -- especially if you count the tax. No, we've got a long way to go before we can feel financially comfortable. The hustle never stops!
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"Tax? What tax? We're in Revachol." He looks around, as if looking for hidden taxation, then shakes his head.
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"I don't think we have time for that. And even if we did, I doubt he's around anymore. Everyone's left."
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And don't forget about the lying... or the way you conned an honest pawnshop owner.
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You had to pay her so little, otherwise you wouldn't have made any profit -- and if you don't make a profit, you don't have money to invest!
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The lieutenant speaks as if you're rich -- a common misconception -- especially if you count the tax. No, we've got a long way to go before we can feel financially comfortable. The hustle never stops!
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"Hey, it's the system. I did my best to support artists, employ people, give back to the community."
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"Hey, it's the system. I did my best to support artists, employ people, give back to the community. Even told Idiot Doom Spiral to stop drinking."
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He nods. The roundabout is quiet, almost eerily so under the brilliant sunlight. The penumbral griever is a silhouette against the bright sky, the flowers lifting him in requiem starting to wilt...
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He nods. The roundabout is quiet, almost eerily so under the sodium lights. Darkness completely engulfs the penumbral griever. The flowers lifting him in requiem are starting to wilt...
He nods. The roundabout is quiet, almost eerily so in the rain. Drops fall like tears down the veil of the penumbral griever, while a few fallen petals drift like funerary boats downstream, weeping into drains...
He nods. The roundabout is quiet, almost eerily so in the snow. The penumbral griever cuts black his misery against the white weather. The flowers lifting him in requiem are starting to wilt in the cold...
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Good -- take no responsibility over this disaster. It was supposed to promote you, not mock you for your failings.
Don't you see? Idiot Doom Spiral has finally achieved something remarkable.
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"But was it all worth it? Everything that came before -- Cindy, the stocks, even the street lamp."
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"But was it all worth it? Everything that came before -- Cindy, the stocks, the thing with Idiot Doom Spiral..."
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He nods. The roundabout is quiet, almost eerily so under the brilliant sunlight. The penumbral griever is a silhouette against the bright sky, the flowers lifting him in requiem starting to wilt...
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He nods. The roundabout is quiet, almost eerily so under the sodium lights. Darkness completely engulfs the penumbral griever. The flowers lifting him in requiem are starting to wilt...
He nods. The roundabout is quiet, almost eerily so in the rain. Drops fall like tears down the veil of the penumbral griever, while a few fallen petals drift like funerary boats downstream, weeping into drains...
He nods. The roundabout is quiet, almost eerily so in the snow. The penumbral griever cuts black his misery against the white weather. The flowers lifting him in requiem are starting to wilt in the cold...
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No, the free market demands something much more PR-friendly than what Idiot Doom Spiral has done here.
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"Who?" The lieutenant meets your eyes with a questioning glance -- then looks up again.
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He's talking about pussy. Our guy's gonna be swimming in it now that he's loaded!
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He nods. The roundabout is quiet, almost eerily so under the brilliant sunlight. The penumbral griever is a silhouette against the bright sky, the flowers lifting him in requiem starting to wilt...
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He nods. The roundabout is quiet, almost eerily so under the sodium lights. Darkness completely engulfs the penumbral griever, the flowers lifting him in requiem starting to wilt...
He nods. The roundabout is quiet, almost eerily so in the rain. Drops fall like tears down the veil of the penumbral griever, while a few fallen petals drift like funerary boats downstream, weeping into drains...
He nods. The roundabout is quiet, almost eerily so in the snow. The penumbral griever cuts black his misery against the white weather, the flowers lifting him in requiem starting to wilt in the cold...
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"About this... pursuit of wealth... pursuit of recognition." He looks up, trying to find a name for your actions.
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