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[owlshorts]

Don't you start knocking yourself. "Not a real writer". You think I am? I know I can go on, but long as you're putting it down on paper - don't start there either, it's the same principle - then it counts. You're doing your research and starting small, which is good, and we'll see where to go from there. Deal with the problems as they come up. Lord knows I know better than telling a stubborn woman what to do, but this isn't something I'm looking to retire from soon. Least let me stretch my legs a little bit more before you load me back on a shelf somewhere.

And one last thing. The keywords. I don't see how any of those were necessary. [ Heh? ] Oy.

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[contours]

You have been writing?

[owlshorts]

[ Oh. Wow, Ursula, you're looking great and alive. Also - ow, there goes his heart. ]

Yeah, a whole book. About us. All of us, the way things were... Not like I'm doing much else these days other than fixing up old cars.

[contours]

[ She is just going to continue on as if nothing is wrong, because acknowledging what is does not seem possible. ]

About the Minutemen? [ A pause, a slight face. ] Is there really so very much to tell?

[owlshorts]

[ She's always been the smarter one in this duo, let's be real. Because yep, acting like nothing's wrong is totally the best, healthiest choice. ]

I figured the truth was always a little more than people originally got after Larry and Nelson packaged things up. [ Then, because he can't be anything but honest. ] And a little less than what I ended up publishing.

[contours]

[ It is. She will not hear different. ]

They did enjoy their pictures and tidy little shows. It was easier. What truth was it that you did not find yourself able to tell?

[ropedin]

If anything, you should remain put away.

[ Pissy? Him? Never!! ]

[owlshorts]

[ Cue the combo of familiar heebie jeebies he always got from HJ along with some still new regret. Oh. Hell. ]

Surprised to see anybody take the time and put you in the field.

[ropedin]

For what reason? I can't think of many others worth investing the time into.

[ Pointed. ]

[owlshorts]

Well, you're not exactly Mr. Sociable.

[ God, this is so. Awkward. ]

[ropedin]

And?

[ Whose fault is that, huh? Huh?! ]

That's not an indicator of how worthwhile I am.

[retropolis]

I think you've got your retirement priorities a little backwards.

[owlshorts]

Just cause I'm off the force doesn't mean I'm completely done with life. I'd lose my marbles if I was actually doing nothing.

[retropolis]

I can understand that well enough; I don't disagree. You could use more things to keep you busy than that silly typewriter.

[owlshorts]

It's not silly. It's a good enough way to pass the time, and turns out I'm not half bad a hand at it.

[retropolis]

You might be better at it if you stuck to fiction next time.

[ BITTER BITTER BITTER BITTER

but: ]

A break in routine might do you some good. Like you said, it's important staying active.

[spectred]

[ a little smile. ]

Most people would rather retire somewhere tropical.

[owlshorts]

What, and give up New York? [ A smile back because oh, Laurie. ;w; Favorite person ever. Don't tell Dan, he's sensitive like that. ]

sob she has like, no icons

[spectred]

[ it's their secret dan will be none the wiser. her own smile grows wider. ]

Can't sleep without the fluorescent lights and traffic noise outside your window?

is that asking me to find you more

[owlshorts]

One man's car alarm is another's lullaby. Not all of us can up and settle for the West Coast.

well i mean if you're offering c:

[spectred]

You could always find a tape or record of city noises to help you get to sleep.