Mun wants largos at scorched.

[thenightsurgeon]

Your ad looks and sounds like something out of a GeneCo Surgery of the Month Catalogue.

...Yes, be proud.

[Shrug Shrug. Dude, it's good copy.]

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[shilowallace]

I wish I could have taken some pointers from her. Maybe that would help me.

[thenightsurgeon]

[That's below the belt. It's hard for Nathan not to recoil at that.]

...Yes well.

We can't always get what we want. She would have been the better parent. Obviously.

[shilowallace]

No, I guess we can't. [Like she doesn't know that, honestly.]

[thenightsurgeon]

[His expression turns grim] And there's something else we have in common.

[Neither of them will ever let it go.]

[shilowallace]

[...Nope! Pretty much not ever. Because, you know, sorry for that time when she's bitter about the parenting she received.]

Another genetic dysfunction I guess I'll have to overcome.

[thenightsurgeon]

I'm sorry it seems that you got the worst of my traits. Let me assure you however, no matter how often we speak, that you got the best of your mother's.

[shilowallace]

[Kind of can't help but smile, there.]

I hope so. She was the perfect one, wasn't she?