Report, sort of

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Now that I've had a couple of days to recover from my jetlag, I thought I should let you all know that I filed a report on why I took off for France last week. For those who don't want to read the whole thing here are the cliff's notes.

Remy: Is completely healed. He's running around like I never managed to run him through with a box of roofing nails. He celebrated this by going to...

New Orleans: Is a horrible city and I don't recommend vacationing there. Also the shady criminal underground is about two steps away from an all out war in the streets. We should keep an eye on it. I'm assuming Remy will have his people do the same.

Comments

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Ah, yes. You are a woman of style and taste.

On most fronts.

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Most? Surely you mean all. Unless you're referring to those boots and I swear, they were in style when I bought them.

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Oh, I would never criticize you on your fashion sense, Lorna. Remember, my wife dresses me.

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Good thing too. I remember how you dressed before she got hold of you.

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Her fault. She dumped me in the plane and forgot to pack most of my worldly possessions.

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What's your excuse for how you dressed before that?

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You didn't know me before that, he says with perfect logic.

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I hear stories. Ian doesn't write much but he writes enough for wicked awesome blackmail.

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... shutting up now.

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Winner and still champion!