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On future plans. Your life, James. Your life.
Not only are you planning - giddily, I might add - to kill me, but to add insult to insanity, you want to put me under the charge of a teenager.
And I haven't forgiven Vesper, no matter what this-- [Hmph no he refuses to call it a flood] --event has me saying.
The least you could do is let me into the pub.
And I haven't forgiven Vesper, no matter what this-- [Hmph no he refuses to call it a flood] --event has me saying.
The least you could do is let me into the pub.

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That must have been miserable.
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He was definitely...softer.
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Not sure I like the sound of that.
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Oh no not in a bad way! I mean, he wasn't completely unathletic. He just never spent hours running across rooftops and jumping off staircases. He didn't kill either.
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:o!
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No, she wasn't.
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Was she - he? - a desk worker?
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It's not a bad second or two.]
I can imagine.
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Enjoyed yourself, I'm sure.
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I'm sure he wasn't. I'd only be bored as him.
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mm. Good thing you're you then isn't it? [with the unspoken implication that she's glad he's not dead]
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[Likewise.]