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[pop-goesweasel.livejournal.com]

Always more work to do. Always.

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[harpsnhalo-bs.livejournal.com]

Oh, entirely off the record, Greg. As was aggreed.

[pop-goesweasel.livejournal.com]

[A few of the bar patrons seem to prickle at what she's implying. Gregori just looks confused.]

Agreement? I do not know what you mean, officer. Perhaps you have me confused for someone else.

[harpsnhalo-bs.livejournal.com]

*quite insistant knowing the stir and discomfort for Gregori the action was creating*

Ya know answer a few questions. Clarify a few things for us. Same ole same ole an' get you back in time to have breakfast. But if you don't wanna do it here, the station might be safer for ya.

[pop-goesweasel.livejournal.com]

I do not think I have anything to say to you, officer.

[He turns around, still not getting it - but not liking how much attention he's getting]