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[catchacold]

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[catchacold]

Yeah, that's the kinda conversation I've been wanting. Sure made my day.

Thanks for the pity.

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[boilover]

Pity implies I feel sorry for you.

I don't.

You deserved it.

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[catchacold]

You were being sarcastic, I was sarcastic as well. Don't worry, I'm not mistaking anything and I know what I deserve.

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[boilover]

Nah, what you think you deserve? It's too good for you, you back stabber.

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[catchacold]

I don't deserve anything good. So, see? Total agreement.

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[boilover]

Whatever.

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[catchacold]

It wasn't me, Mick. I didn't put anything into your room.

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[boilover]

[He sends a long a picture of the item.]

Looks like yours.

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[catchacold]

Yeah, it does. But I told you, I didn't have it on me when I got here. Haven't seen it since before then.

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[boilover]

So what happened to it before? It's not like you make a habit of losing things.

It just magically disappeared from you and ended up with me?

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[catchacold]

Just wasn't carrying it around then. I hadn't lost it, I knew exactly where it was, I'd put it there.

Look, that's not the weirdest thing that will happen to you here.

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[boilover]

Well, I guess I wouldn't know that, what with dying in the middle of nowhere. How am I supposed to know what you did with your shit, all I know is it turned up here.

I figured.

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[catchacold]

You won't die, Mick.

Somebody filled you in on this place, right?

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[boilover]

Nah, I sorta figured that one out. Somehow, I survive and it ain't because of you.

Got the gist. I don't need your help.

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[catchacold]

Yeah. Whatever. You're gonna know what I did with my shit, all I'm saying.

Good.

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[boilover]

I don't care. What's it got to do with me?

We ain't each others business no more, right?

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[catchacold]

[A long pause and a lot of things unsaid.]

Fine.

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[boilover]

Good.

Merry fucking Christmas.