Not your regular fairytale  (Sephora+Vorcen)
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				Title: <strong>Not your regular fairytale  (Sephora+Vorcen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>15-01-2014, 05:30:34</strong>
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				The library was old, not as old as the city itself, but one of the older building's within it.&nbsp; It echoed with the footsteps of the thousands of people who had wandered inside of it since 1895.&nbsp; Inside were the whispered words of thousands of had been readers, and if you were lucky enough to be inside the building when it was very, <em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">very</span></em> quiet, you could almost hear the sounds of the books themselves, whispering their stories, begging new readers to come take a peak.&nbsp; It was the New York Public library, the second largest library in the world.&nbsp; And she was lucky enough to call it her place of work.&nbsp; <br><br>Her name was Daisy Tilden, and she was a librarian in New York city.&nbsp; She'd started working here almost immediately after she'd gotten her master's degree, making her one of the luckiest girl's in the world.&nbsp; She'd been working for the past three years, delighting in the history she was able to surround herself in on a daily basis.&nbsp; She was twenty seven years old, and more than a little on the frumpy side, making most people assume she was in her mid thirties.&nbsp; She had red hair that had a tendency to find it's way into a messy bun (messy out of lack of attention rather than any sense of style) and hazel eyes that were often hidden behind a large pair of round, thick rimmed glasses that seemed just a little too large for her face.&nbsp; The smallest splatter of freckles played along her pale cheeks.&nbsp; Her face was angular, but there wasn't so much as a spec of makeup on her to emphasis that fact.<br><br>Her body, rather lithe and limber, was hidden behind an oversized dark green sweater and a knee length matching maxi skirt, just like it normally was.&nbsp; On days it was particularly cold, she'd add an additional layer via a thick puffy coat. No, Daisy didn't exactly fit the ideal, 'sexy librarian' motif.&nbsp; She fit the, 'frumpy bookworm' look much better.&nbsp; <br><br>She probably could make herself a little more attractive, but why bother?&nbsp; That kind of thinking was reserved for the characters in her books, who led lives far more exciting than she could ever hope to be.&nbsp; She was trying to read one now, a tale about a young woman who found herself thrown back in time only to find herself in the court of Henry VIII. It just so happened she was trying to do so while walking out of the library. Her satchel was caught on the crook of her arm, and her face was partially covered by the book, causing her to be a horrific accident ready to happen.&nbsp; She walked slowly, and caused more than one person to grumble and gripe at her as they were forced to walk around her, but she never even considered waiting until she was done with her walk to the subway before reading her book.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>So caught up in her book was she, that she almost walked past the incident that would change her life without a second glance.&nbsp; But just as she was turning a page, something in an alleyway caught her eye, and she was forced to lower her book and give the sudden burst of activity her attention.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not your regular fairytale  (Sephora+Vorcen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vorcen</strong> on <strong>15-01-2014, 15:16:04</strong>
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				Perhaps it was ill fated, or perhaps it was just a good twist in the tale of life. Whatever it was, Stuart, as he liked to be called, by some force of fate or reason had decided to use this alleyway as his shortcut. He was tall, with his hair medium length and side swept, though it would blow in his eyes whenever he caught the winds fancy. Staring forth with piercing green eyes Stuart had seen the two men who were going to mug him. Perhaps then he could of done something about it, they weren't to know he was Kithain, one of the free Fae-Folk of New York, he could glamour them, possibly kill them. But why? For what reason. Stuart after all was an Eshu, a storyteller, a musician and a traveller, there was little more important to him than story, and ending the stories of these two men wasn't right, wasn't proper. Besides, he was just a little bit curious to see where all this had the possibility to lead him.<br><br>So he walked, step by step, one foot in front of the other until he drew closer, playing every part the man who intended to walk past these two men. Inevitably the altercation began, they drew a gun, and Stuart felt a knot of real fear his throat. It passed quickly, Stuart was sure of it, but this was one of those rare rush of emotions and adrenaline that Stuart hadn't experience since the Fae inside him had awoken, since the last time he believed he was human. Despite his aware that time was moving at it's usual pace and this would happen in less than a minute, his emotions seemed to slow it to an eternity. To put it shortly, Stuart was revelling in being mugged, not the act itself of course, but the fear and panic that it brought. It was something of a novelty. He could feel his breath deepening, he was even aware of his pupils dilating. It was a fascinating emotional reaction from his mortal body.<br><br>Despite this though, he wasn't foolish. He wasn't going to let this become an incident that would kill him, as it could very possibly become. He kept quiet, and did as he was told, handing over his wallet, filled only with cash, no cards. In addition they took his phone, but evidently decided they weren't interested in the violin case hung over his shoulder. Perhaps they weren't a discerning level of criminal? Which Stuart thought on reflection was probably fairly self evident. Tick, tock. The eternal minute seemed to be continuing forever, until without ceremony or warning, time sped up beneath his feet once more. Just in time for the fist to hit his face. He spiralled, hitting the hard concrete beneath his feet, the two large men took just another moment to kick him hard in the ribs a few more times, before they seemingly spotted something at the end of the alleyway and immediately turned and fled the scene the other way.<br><br>Stuart didn't move, he didn't scream for help, he just lay there, mulling over what had happened to him. Blinking away the jarring feeling in his head and the double vision that he was still seeing in. After a long moment he groaned and stretched his neck.&nbsp; Rolling slightly onto his side, he felt like his ribs were aflame, and he rolled straight back onto his back, hoping the winded feeling would pass soon enough and he'd be able to sit up and regain his bearings. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes, he raised a hand to his forehead and gently massaged his temple. Today, perhaps his curiosity had gotten the better of him, that could have gone a lot worse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not your regular fairytale  (Sephora+Vorcen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 05:21:10</strong>
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				Daisy had just arrived in time to see the men attack the poor man, before they fled the scene upon her notice.&nbsp; It was a good thing they'd done so, as the young woman would have been unable to help in any real way if the men had held her ground. Luckily, even the possibility of a witness had them dashing off into the night, leaving Daisy and the victim on their own.&nbsp; For a moment she hesitated, unsure of how safe she would be if she went over to help the poor man, after all, what if he was some thug as well?&nbsp; But then her better judgement and sense of compassion took hold of her, and she was rushing into the alley to see if he would be alright.<br><br>"God, what did they do to you?" she murmurs, bending down to get a better look at him.&nbsp; They really beat him good.&nbsp; Pushing her glasses up after they slid from her head being bent downwards, Daisy purses her lips.&nbsp; What could she do?&nbsp; "Do you want me to call the police for you?" She offers, voice soft from lack of use.&nbsp; Handing digging around in her bag, she plucks out&nbsp; a small pack of tissues and pulls one out to lightly dab at his forehead, wiping away at the blood. <br><br>He might have been attractive, if he weren't beaten to a pulp, she couldn't be sure.&nbsp; "Or an ambulance?&nbsp; Do you think you'll need medical assistance?" She hems and haws over him, trying to figure out what the best plan of action might be.&nbsp; "How many fingers am I holding up?" She held up two, all the while wondering what one was supposed to do when they were trying to help someone with a concussion.<br><br>"People can be so brutal....it's just not right." This final statement was more towards herself than to her newly fallen comrade, but it was said with compassionate eyes turned in his direction.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not your regular fairytale  (Sephora+Vorcen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vorcen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 05:33:59</strong>
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				Stuart groaned lightly to the sound of a voice, opening his eyes and batting away the last of his double vision. He stretched and began to sit up as his saviour threw questions at him, enquiring about her fingers. It seemed rather odd, but it occurred to Stuart that she probably wasn't used to this kind of thing either. Which struck him as rather excellent, he'd inspired new emotions in himself -and- a mortal tonight, it hadn't gone to waste after all.<br><br>"No, no. No Police, no ambulance. I'll be fine." He said this with some conviction, knowing he'd heal quicker than anyone else could expect, yet feeling like shit despite that fact. "And, if I'm not mistaken, you're holding up, two fingers. Though if I am mistaken... It's likely between one and four, because the thumb doesn't count y'know?" Stuart tried his best at a smile as he made a slightly lame attempt at humour, before coughing up some blood rather unceremoniously. His voice was different, almost as if it held two rather musical tones, ever so slightly enrapturing, not enthralling, but pleasant all the same. He frowned at the small pool of blood to his right.<br><br>He reached out a hand on instinct to his violin case, ensuring it was still there out of habit. It was, fortunately. He drummed his fingers on the case in a three bar pattern for a moment as he thought. He looked up at his saviour, assessing her features. She was quite attractive, clearly concerned, likely flustered. A wave of emotions, feelings and potential. But more than all that, his Seelie nature called to him, 'Never Forget A Debt'. One of the most important tenants of being a Seelie. Part of his very nature, his essence and his soul. <br><br>"I have to thank you for being my guardian angel tonight. Who knows what would've happened if you hadn't spooked them off. Is there anyway I can repay you?" He smiled, and shivered lightly, he was cold, and suddenly starkly aware he'd fallen into a puddle. This was perhaps somewhat sods law, and rather typical. It sucked, and he knew it.<br><br>"It's going to be a long cold night tonight..." He spoke aloud, almost to himself, his voice drifting off dreamily. He blinked his eyes hard once more and shook his head, shaking off the last of the disorientation he was feeling, and pondering what was going to happen next. He knew he wasn't wrong though, whatever happened, it was going to be a long night ahead of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not your regular fairytale  (Sephora+Vorcen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 06:07:12</strong>
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				"Are you sure?&nbsp; You look pretty beat up, and it's just not right to let people like that get away with something this awful- and-and what if they wind up trying to steal your identity or something?&nbsp; They took your wallet right?"&nbsp; Was she asking him too many questions?&nbsp; &nbsp;This must be awfully disturbing for him, she probably wasn't helping him, badgering him like she was. But he made a joke, which the young woman took to be a rather good sign.&nbsp; "Two is right...that's good, you probably don't have a concussion then." She thought, but she couldn't be sure.&nbsp; Even as she said the words, she stared at him with uncertainty in her eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh no, please don't thank me...I really didn't do anything." She hadn't.&nbsp; She'd just shown up, and a person's presence was hardly a favor.&nbsp; "You can repay me by getting those injuries of yours cleaned up." She frowns as she examines a particularly brutal looking bruise on his forehead.&nbsp; Was it from a hit, or from when he hit the ground? "My tissues aren't doing much, you really will need to get washed up."&nbsp; &nbsp;As he shivered, her heart continued to swell with compassion.&nbsp; This poor man was having just the worst day.&nbsp; He only added to her sympathy towards him when he started talking about how cold it was going to be that night.<br><br>"You don't have anywhere to go?"&nbsp; She rubs her hands together nervously as she considers his predicament.&nbsp; He was injured and homeless in one of the most brutal and unforgiving cities in the world.&nbsp; He had no money, no ID, no nothing.&nbsp; But she knew nothing about him!&nbsp; How could anyone expect her to do anything more for him than what she'd already done?&nbsp; What if he was a burglar himself, or a regular thug?&nbsp; She could invite him into her home, and he'd take the charity and turn it against her!&nbsp; <br><br>Yet even as these concerns flooded through her mind, Daisy found herself lifting herself up from her kneeling position, and offering the man a hand to help him up.&nbsp; "Come with me...I can't let you freeze out here, not on a night like tonight."&nbsp; She nibbles on her lower lip, glancing at him nervously.&nbsp; "I'm Daisy." Maybe if they knew each other's name's he'd be less likely to murder her in her sleep.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not your regular fairytale  (Sephora+Vorcen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vorcen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 14:41:07</strong>
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				Stuart looked up at her and her outstretched hand for a long moment, he blinked twice, and then smiled widely, a charming thankful smile. He was for a moment overwhelmed by her generosity and kindness. She was extensibly a stranger to him, and whilst this situation had involved her with him somewhat, she was acting beyond what could be expected of anyone else in this sort of circumstance. He let himself ponder this before he finally spoke.<br><br>"Thank you. You're a kind soul, they call me Stuart. I also wouldn't worry about identity theft." He said leaving the comment slightly open ended about why he wasn't worried. It was perhaps a bit hard to explain that his was one likely one of the most complex identities in the world and likely wouldn't get them far. He took her hand and rose slowly to his feet, before leaning down and picking up his violin case. "I'm a musician." He said by way of explanation, knowing he must look a right state right now.<br><br>He stretched out his neck, which clicked worryingly, but didn't hurt. He assessed the situation, he wasn't badly hurt, he'd heal pretty quickly, he hadn't died, and he'd met a new mortal, one who seemed prone to compassion and care. This evening certainly could of gone worse from where it began. Though he could tell that she was in two minds, she was maybe considering the wisdom of what she was doing. He thought he'd try and reassure you.<br><br>"Thank you for this. I wont make a mess of your home." He smiled again, letting his charm flow through. "But really, I do owe you one. If you hadn't have been here it could've gone a lot worse."<br><br>He stood there looking into her eyes trying to discern how she really felt about this scenario. But then it was a new experience for them both to be involved in. It occurred to him she was very pretty, though she was perhaps rocking the 'slightly frumpy librarian' look a little too hard. He himself was likely no oil painting in his long overcoat, crisp white shirt stained with blood and rain water, and black trousers. Upon reflection, this was definitely not his best look.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not your regular fairytale  (Sephora+Vorcen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 05:22:42</strong>
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				"A musician?"&nbsp; Had they hurt his hands?&nbsp; She glances down at the hand of his that was even now gripping his instrument's case, and she was able to determine that no, they'd really only aimed for his chest and face.&nbsp; &nbsp;Daisy couldn't really play any instrument. She could read music, and play a piano fairly decently, but she couldn't imagine living on her talent like this man did.&nbsp; Apparently it ran it's own risks though, she had little doubt that the thugs had stolen any money he might have made that day.&nbsp; Still, there was something about him being a musician that comforted her.&nbsp; Musicians didn't tend to be murderers, did they?<br><br>"This city can be really rough at times.&nbsp; Are you new to New York?"&nbsp; He didn't look like a tourist, but it was still worth asking.&nbsp; After all, it was more than a little presumptuous of her to decide that he had nowhere to stay by a single comment over how cold it would be tonight.&nbsp; Still, she leads him along the cold New York sidewalk and into a rather shoddy looking building that if you were feeling kind would refer to as historical, but if you were feeling honest would refer to as run down.&nbsp; <br><br>Inside the building they were forced to walk up four floors, and the inside hallways of the building appeared just as run down as the outside.&nbsp; Once upon a time the place might have been nice, but that time was long ago.&nbsp; She offered him a weak smile as she fumbles around in her oversized canvas bag, hunting down her apartment keys before finally being able to open her door.<br><br>"Do you need to borrow the phone?" She leads him inside the rather tidy room.&nbsp; Every aspect of the room appeared to be in it's precise place.&nbsp; The books on the shelves were coordinated by author title, the tables were bare except for absolute necessities, and everything seemed almost pristine in it's cleanliness.&nbsp; The apartment was the kind that might have appeared in a magazine, lovely, but seemingly unlived in.&nbsp; "I've got a first aid kit somewhere around here, give me two minutes." She says, gesturing for the phone next to an off white loveseat as she wanders into her kitchen area in search of some bandaids.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Vorcen</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 21:07:22</strong>
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				Stuart answered her question with a smile, "Yes, I'm a musician, I love what I do." He followed her as she walked, looking down to her bum only once, giving it a small nod of approval for reverting his gaze back up out of respect. "No, I know New York quite well, I just... live in something of a different world I guess." He continued to follow her up several flights of stairs that he didn't bother counting and was eventually shown into a small apartment.<br><br>Stuart sat in the oversized loveseat with a look of bemusement, supressing a slight grin at this moderately too pristine apartment. It didn't fit, it was a rundown building but yet she kept it like a show room.<br><br>"No, I don't need to call anyone. Thank you for the offer though. I really am grateful. Do you... live here alone?" His question was mostly out of politeness, as unless she was in a committed relationship, which she doubted she was due to bringing in random mugging strangers, or unless they slept in the cupboard, he couldn't exactly see there being a lot of space for anyone else to inhabit this abode. "Don't worry too much about the first aid kit, I'll be fine. I'll heal quickly, trust me. What do you do for a living then, anything fun?"<br><br>He looked around the apartment and decided quite quickly that this place had the real potential to be cosy. It just needed that lived in feeling to make it all feel complete.<br><br>"No one's going to mind me being here, are they? I wouldn't want you to get in any trouble on my account."
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				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>23-01-2014, 02:59:44</strong>
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				"Alone? Yes." Immediately after she confessed to not having a roommate or a husband or something, Daisy immediately regrets it.&nbsp; She should have told him that she did, but that her boyfriend was just at his mixed martial arts tournament or something.&nbsp; Now if he decided to mug, rape, and/or murder her, he knew that there was no one present to save her and stop him.&nbsp; She didn't even own a pet.&nbsp; <br><br>"Are you sure?&nbsp; I mean, you don't have anyone you could call to let them know your ok?" Another bad sign.&nbsp; Murderers tended not to have many friends, right?&nbsp; Had she let a murderer into her home?&nbsp; Would he be less likely to murder her if she was kind to him?&nbsp; "Is there anything I could get you? Some water maybe? Or coffee?"&nbsp; She stood awkwardly in-between the kitchen and the living room, not sure where to place herself with a strange guest in her home.&nbsp; <br><br>"Fun for me maybe." She uses a single finger to slide her slipping glasses back up her nose, making a mental note to get them tightened the next time she was at the eye doctor's.&nbsp; "I'm a librarian.&nbsp; Not very glamorous, I know."&nbsp; She adds sheepishly, making a quick gesture to the array of bookshelves that lined the walls.&nbsp; If there was anything that wasn't perfectly tidy in her home, it was the books.&nbsp; They were in alphabetical order, but ancient tomes were next to shining brand new releases.&nbsp; They were practically bursting from the book cases, and in some places she stacked them on the sides when they failed to fit.&nbsp; The only sign of chaos in an otherwise pristine apartment.&nbsp; <br><br>"No, no.&nbsp; You can spend the night, it won't be a problem.&nbsp; Really, don't worry about it."&nbsp; Turning around, she busies herself with the kitchen, beginning the process of making the pair of them some coffee.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not your regular fairytale  (Sephora+Vorcen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vorcen</strong> on <strong>25-01-2014, 02:40:13</strong>
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				Stuart chuckled, "Thanks, you've kind of gone above and beyond, of what you have to. I'm in your debt." He looked around again, before smiling and leaning back in the loveseat, stretching out his neck. He could already feel that his head wound was healing up, suspiciously quickly. Hopefully she wouldn't notice or ask any questions about it, he wasn't entirely sure how he'd answer questions about it. <br><br>"Hey, being a Librarian is fun in itself. You help people take adventures into other worlds through the medium of literature. What's not to love and respect about that?" His eyes showed a glint of genuine respect, though he didn't look up, instead continuing to stare at the ceiling. He was somewhat weary, though his aches and pains were fading rapidly.<br><br>"Is that coffee I can smell?" He said, suddenly sniffing the air quite animatedly. "I could kill for a cup of coffee!" He finally sat up and looked over to her, "So, have you got work tomorrow?" His question was more than just polite conversation, he wanted to see if he could begin repaying her for the kindness she'd shown him tonight. He was touched that she'd gone out of her way to assist him, which she knew was more than many mortals would bother themselves to do, instead preferring to turn and walk the other way. The world after all was an interesting place.
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				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 06:24:54</strong>
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				"Aw, your sweet."&nbsp; She liked that he had some respect for librarians, sometimes it seemed like not a lot of people did.&nbsp; Not many people knew that a librarian had to have their master's degree after all.&nbsp; It seemed all people thought librarians to be where the people who shhed you when you spoke too loudly in a library.&nbsp; She found herself smiling quietly, not responding much to his flattery, but enjoying it nonetheless.&nbsp; It felt good to do a good deed and help those in need, even if she was still a little nervous around him. <br><br>"Oh gosh, where is my head? You want some?" Puttering around the kitchenette, she manages to pull out a pair of mugs for the both of them.&nbsp; "I'm Daisy by the way...I don't remember if I introduced myself or not." She smiles tentatively as she finishes making the pair of them some coffee.&nbsp; Walking back to the main living area, she hands him an old blue mug while she keeps a matching styled green one for herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;"What's your name?"<br><br>Then he was asking her if she had work the next day, and she grew distracted.&nbsp; "I-" If she said that she didn't, then would he be more likely to murder her?&nbsp; "No, I don't..." she took a quick sip of her coffee in order to hide her concern.&nbsp; Had she just made a mistake telling him that?&nbsp; "I mean, not until the afternoon." There.&nbsp; Now he knew that if she didn't show up at work, people would notice.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not your regular fairytale  (Sephora+Vorcen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vorcen</strong> on <strong>03-02-2014, 20:16:35</strong>
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				Stuart laughed lightly, "Yes, Daisy, I think you did introduce yourself, though in fairness I was a bit damp at the time." Looking down at himself he corrected, "Well, actually I'm still a bit damp, but that's not actually the point I'm trying to make. I'm Stuart... though admittedly I can't remember whether I've said that yet or not." Stuart paused for a moment of thought before grinning up at her, clearly aware of his eccentricity.<br><br>"Working tomorrow? Well that's fair, must be good to work surrounded by all those books. You're lucky, a lot of people don't get the luxury that reading provides."<br><br>Stuart sipped thoughtfully from the mug he'd taken from her, letting the hot coffee warm him through. "So, Daisy, how long have you lived here? And what do you do for fun?"
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