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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is seated at his usual booth, perched on the edge of the chair. His arms are wrapped around a rather thick iron staff with a clawed end. It's new, but already he likes it, despite the weight. It adds just enough mysitcism to the three piece suit, blended nicely. For some reason, his cards are on the table. They just felt like coming out. So, if you want a reading, a flying lesson, or to just talk to Tim, feel free.*

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"So which one's the real answer?" She asks, tired of the cat and mouse. She just wants to know.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Both. I'll be happy, either way.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Nevermind." Dejected. No answer is definitely the wrong answer here.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim just hugs her close to him.*

Seriously. I... ahh. I guess I just can't explain it without sounding wishy washy.