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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2017 11:48 pm
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Were one to avoid the spooky, it tended to find you anyway. Like a girl with too many teeth in her mouth, with the void behind her eyes, and able to see things in the smoke of her cigarettes. Sometimes Jeremiah Mercer missed the days that were gone, when everything had not gotten so, so complicated.
His head merely inclined at the slightly suspicious look he was given. Jeremiah's eyes, the oddly reflective quality they could take on, said enough about him.
"Given that we had an incident in January, yes. Never doubt it and be on alert, Officer Bliskiss, and you'll do just fine. It's all I ask, aside from look out for your fellows and do right by them."
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2017 12:07 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2017 12:11 am
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