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[never-mourned.livejournal.com]

Elphaba is quite possibly avoiding Glinda still.

She said they'd talk about--that.

She didn't say she'd make it easy.

The book from Eddie is placed with a note that's brief and to the point--very brief, consisting about of Thank you. -Elphaba and nothing else--on Bar.

Who is still giving her the five times damned parenting books.

"This," she informs the counter, "is getting ridiculous."

But since there's not a hell of a lot she can do about it, she takes the book and a glass of wine and settles on a couch.

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[howmanynipples.livejournal.com]

Now, that is a confession.

He can work with confessions.

"And do ye repent o' yer hellish salacious ways, doin' the De'el's work an' signing yer name to 'is turrible Book?"

[never-mourned.livejournal.com]

"I don't do any work but my own, I've yet to sign my name in any book but attendance at Shiz, and I'm fond of my hellish salacious ways."

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Shadwell glowers.

"Have it yer own way. Ah noo what ye're about."

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"Reading? Yes. Though I doubt that you've often indulged."

[howmanynipples.livejournal.com]

Now that's just ignorant.

Shadwell likes a good Necrotelecomnicon as well as the next man.

"Say what ye will, daughter o' sin," he says, pointing dramatically. "It's yer own luck Ah haven't got me firelighters."