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You know, you have a point, Mail Lady. [ Laughing, and turning her head to Karkat, giving him some slack on the leash arm. ] You don't want me to cut my feet, do you? I know blood's not your thing~
[ Then back to PM. ] Since Mr. Crabbypants here is ready to go, I'll just call you later so you can show me the boutique, okay? [ Waving her cast-arm a bit. It only hurts a little! ]