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It's good to be back home.

What could Veronica Mars want in little old Neptune? It is still Veronica Mars, right? You didn't get married and pop a couple out in your absence, did you?

Ah, Logan, how I've missed your bitterness-laced wit. I'd tell you to call me Agent Mars, but I have a feeling it would be a wasted breath.

And, pray tell, what have you been up to while I was gone? Womanizing? Getting into fistfights? The usual?

But not as much as my bitterness-laced wit missed you. Agent Mars? Cute. You're a little more like James Bond every day.

All that and a bag of chips. I even joined the working populace. I bought a few John Mellencamp CDs to inspire me. Little pink houses, baby!

Of course your wit missed me. Who else appreciates it like I do? No one, I tell you.

The working populace? Who are you, and what have you done with Logan? You look like Logan, sound like Logan, but the Logan I know doesn't know the definition of work.

It's found a few girls to console it on long and lonely nights, but never any quite like you, V.

If you can call giving surfing lessons work, perhaps. Daddy's money ran dry. I gotta make ends meet somehow, and I just didn't have what it took to make it dancing on poles.

[ She shouldn't be upset about the "girls" part, because she's the one that's been in Washington for three years. That doesn't change the fact that it stings, though. ] Really, I'm almost touched.

You had to know that his money wouldn't last forever. Not when you were living at the Neptune Grand. That place could suck Oprah Winfrey dry, amigo.

[He's diverting the conversation from his hard life with pointless, stupid, sarcastic crap. Typical Logan.] I'm pretty sure it did one of the times she was here. Must've cut into her Ho Ho budget like crazy.

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