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nineteen ☼ voice

Ins-and-Outs, if you happen to be in or out anywhere, feel free to report. I imagine many terrible things are happening, and I'd love to have my day ruined by them.

Enterprising extraDiscworlders, feel free to entertain me before breakfast. I have a whole hour.

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[Are you proud? She grins, toothy.]

Can you take the engine to the Barge apart? Have you ever done it? I'd do it. I think it ought to be done, who knows what's in there.

If it could've been done, Felix would've done it and I woulda heard about it.

I was talking car engines, dumpling. Not my baby, of course, but another one.

[Or maybe the Impala's, with his critical eye on the entire process. He is, indeed, proud.]

Dean.

What?

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Are you happy?

Yes.

[More than he can ever remember being.]

Good.

That's good.

[Maybe it's all worth it, then.]

Are you?

Of course.

Mal.

Mm?

Look, as much as I'd love to come down and play cards with you, have a couple beers, throw you out of a chair, and then break every piece of furniture in the room to get it out of you or settle it, this is what I got and I don't know how long it'll last.

I'm not asking you for any of that. I only wanted to let you know I'm making progress.

You never had to ask.

But good.

I'm happy. I wouldn't lie about that.

[She is lying about that.]

[Dean knows she is. The problem is there's not much he can do about it from here.]

I almost broke Sammy's nose playing war. Either he's a wuss or I need to chill out again.