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[She seems a little dazed when the memory ends, only snapping out of it when Molly speaks up. Her expression seems... wrong for this. Mostly because she's totally fucking confused by what he just said.]

What husband?

[Uh.]

[headmt]

[uh,]

Oh. Sorry. Presumptuous. Just assumed from the chatter. Nevermind! I'll go back to pretending I haven't seen anything if you like.

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[She just? Looks even more confused?]

What?

[She seems to be serious about this.]

No, I mean it. What husband?

[headmt]

[he is so stupid and this is so confusing?]

You-- said that you were married. he said you'd be together half your lives. I made a leap! I don't know!

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[Is Molly stupid...? 🤔]

I said that? [BAFFLED.] I don't know who you're talking about. There was like, so much fucking static just now. But I think I would know if I was married.

[headmt]

[i hate to do this to you but:]

Oh, so you were just trying to get me off of your tail, I mean, that's fine, I can certainly respect that, but-- What's static?

[like, the concept of static? ye olde]

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[SHE GIVES HIM A LOOK LIKE, SIR. STILL NO.]

You know, static! Like TV static?

[Briefly imitates a static sound, badly.]

[headmt]

[Uh,

he holds up his hands like, in total surrender,]

Ah. I see-- It's alright if you don't want to talk about it. Probably stuck my tail where it didn't belong anyway.

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Are we having two separate conversations right now...? 'Cause it feels like we are.

[headmt]

I very well think we might.

[EVERYONE HERE IS SO, SO CONFUSING. WHY DO WE ALL HAVE BRAIN PROBLEMS.]

[toesies]

So, why are we doing that?

[SOMETIMES, YOU (REDACTED) IN A CYOA AND THINGS HAPPEN.]