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[Sep. 12th, 2010|07:47 pm] |
Ken has appeared in the Nexus once before, but only briefly. He and Wormmon study the sign, before Ken speaks up.
"What anniversaries do you remember?"
Wormmon looks at him, antennae dropping. "You don't have to ask such a depressing question, Ken."
"They could be happy ones too. Or ones that are both happy and sad." |
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[Jul. 28th, 2010|05:00 pm] |
Here is a young woman who has been wandering up and down streets for some time now. She is doing her best to appear inconspicuous and nonchalant, with limited success. It probably does not help that she is exuding nervousness and paranoia; head low, hat pulled down, eyes darting back and forth behind the glasses that she doesn't actually need.
When the sign catches her eye, she stares for a long moment, trying to figure out what it's advertising. Detergent, maybe? Insurance? Religion? All that viral marketing stuff is lost on her, she supposes.
There is a question that nags at the back of her mind, the same one she asks herself every morning, but she doesn't see any point in saying it out loud. Instead, she asks: "What are you selling?" |
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