Finally got around to picking up the last few issues of The Book (so sue us for not really enjoying reading them, alright).
Mumbai actually sounds like a nice little get away, right about now. I'm just horrified about
this month's issue. That cannot go well for anyone, least of all us.
To the anonymous gifter who left the little box- am I supposed to know what to do with it? Points for keeping me
thinking of something besides how much I'm starting to hate women Your own fault, Ducky occupied. But really- what do you want?
If anyone can think of something better than the smell of burning sandalwood and spaghetti- okay, not that hard, but. If anyone can think of a way to get that smell
out without leaving a window open, or covering it with something worse? Favor of your choice. Seriously.
[Josh]I think I finally got a location on Andi. She had been moving around a bit, before the Agency went to Hell, but she's been in the same place the last couple times I tried to look.
I'm going to try and talk to her, before I bother telling you where that is. It won't do me any good to send you off after her, just to have her run again.
[Dex]So. We kind of need to talk.
[Elizabeth]I tried to hold off. I really did. But seriously. What the fuck is going on with you guys? CORE wins? That's it? Seems a little anticlimactic.
[Andi]Tag, you're it. I can applaud you for going the sunny route, but that much sand, really?
I want How can you I'm just. Glad you're alright. Things are kind of shit, back here in the real world. But don't think you're off the hook. I'm going to find you, eventually.