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... he memes.”
--Emoscythe Mordeath Noir, Seventh-Annual PR Specialist Conference, 2049
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“So what’re you doing here?” I asked.
Emoscythe stared at me. For some reason her lack of armour was bothering me. I mean, she was her own girl, and if that big ship was anything to go by, she could afford some pretty nice shit if she wanted to.
I couldn’t even toss that many stones from my glass house, I had been reluctant to get armour for myself for a while. I’d lear ...
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