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Post by Sakurai Osada/End on Aug 25, 2012 22:08:56 GMT -5
He crouched, grabbing the man, "Where did you get that Memory from?" he demanded.
If you're going somewhere with Memories via X or Museum or whatever, feel free to post
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Post by Sayaka Akimoto on Aug 25, 2012 22:14:20 GMT -5
"Someone on the street, I couldn't distinguish any defining features from them!" The man yelled out. "I'm not telling you any more until I have a lawyer."
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Post by Sakurai Osada/End on Aug 25, 2012 22:15:23 GMT -5
"You don't get a lawyer regarding Memories. This isn't a police question, this is my question. Now, tell me what I want to know!" he shouted.
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Post by Sayaka Akimoto on Aug 25, 2012 22:22:10 GMT -5
The man spat at him. "I don't know that I know what you think I know."
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Post by Sakurai Osada/End on Aug 25, 2012 22:23:00 GMT -5
"Where did you get it?" he demanded.
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Post by Sayaka Akimoto on Aug 25, 2012 22:28:07 GMT -5
"Your mom. Go to hell." The classless man replied, biting down on a specific tooth, the cyanide taking effect as he died within seconds.
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Post by Sakurai Osada/End on Aug 25, 2012 22:30:11 GMT -5
"Damn it," he muttered. He'd have to tell the others he lost him. There went a lead.
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