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[ The Innovade is no stranger to being manhandled. As his neighbor, the Mail Lady~ ]
[ Closes his eyes. No contest at all. He blinks at the leg over his but otherwise remains unmoving. He closes his eyes, missing the dancing lights of datastrings swimming in his mind's eye. ]
It was the only life I knew.
[ Too flat. Too measured. He opens his eyes again as he regains his otherwise cordial self -- ]