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I awoke with a start, pistol in hand before I could breathe. It was half-cocked, of course, like the rest of my life seemed to be. The lights were off, leaving me in a labyrinth of half remembered stumbling and revelry. This wasn't my room, I knew that much. I was clad in little more than a pair of satin panties, but that concerned me less that I suppose it should have. At least the other side of the threadbare mattress was unoccupied: thank the Goddess for small favors. There was music somewhere in the distance, something loud but sweet and vaguely familiar. When nothing had changed
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If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
- Twelfth Night
Sorry about that.
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Dr. Venture: Why is it every time I need to get somewhere, we get waylaid by jackassery?
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You seem intelligent, is all. You should try to do something else, if you can.
Good luck, all the same.
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