She left them in Fran's bed. They could have been bills for all I know. And I didn't read them. I just recognized your handwriting. Why are you writing to Aisha?
Don't use fancy words on me, Reborn. [So he may or may not have read them after all...] You don't do things just because you're bored. What are you playing at?
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[Don't flatter yourself. Also, thank god for text or there'd be a prominent "..." between the last two words of the first sentence.]
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I'd be careful in your assumptions of my motivations for doing things, Mammon.
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Not adjectives I can always apply to present company, unfortunately.
I shouldn't think it surprising that I would keep up a correspondence with her.
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[It's not any of his business? That stings, Reborn.]
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How could my company fail to be anything but enjoyable?
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Now is my gun ready or not?
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It's ready whenever you are, Mammon.
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Am I?
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Mu. I'll pick it up later.
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