[Peter's been conspicuously absent from the park since then, living off what he'd already made (and that fucking fifty Gabriel gave him turned out to be a one dollar bill).]
No, hold on. I said he didn't fall asleep after sex. You said "that's how you know he faked coming". I said that that wasn't it. You didn't believe me, and said (and I do quote) "I've had a sample of your work now." And then I explained he was an abusive asshole, and you avoided the subject.
I guess it's a side-effect of being a lunatic (again quoting you). Sometimes remembering everything, sometimes remembering almost nothing at all. Or just a coping method.
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Sorry I didn't show up. There was a particular customer of yours I wanted to avoid.
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Who would that be?
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What did he do that needed distracting from?
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He got himself electrocuted by the rift while I was talking to him. Word to the wise: don't mess with the rift.
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Serves him right. Word to the wise: why the fuck would I?
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Was he really that terrible that electrocution sounds fair? He was reasonably tolerable with me - mostly just unnerving and self-satisfied.
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Yes, he was.
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You asked.
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