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A belated merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates. Didn't think it would be any good but it's been nice, hope those of you who know it had a good time.
If anyone knows Dirk Gently, he's gone for a nap.
If anyone knows Dirk Gently, he's gone for a nap.

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the slight delay on this text is spent staring mutely into the middle-distance, trying to work out what the hell kind of an emotion he's supposed to feel in response to this. what it'll fill. if whatever nebulous thing is waiting in him will solidify or go gaseous. ]
Thanks
Not sure what I want right now
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[ A good one, she should say, but she knows John has known the man longer than her. She supposes it needn't be said. Peggy herself is especially particular about who she keeps as company and she and Dirk had a lovely, long chat on the balcony of the South Outpost.
Being on the outside of a grief or anger that doesn't quite touch you is — strange, awkward sometimes. When Bucky had been (presumably) killed in action, she'd tried her best to be there for Steve even if the other soldier was more his friend than hers (what's a year or two in combat compared to a childhood?). That doesn't lessen the hardship.
There's a minute of nothing before she sends her next message, an echo of his from a few weeks ago: ]
But don't get lost.
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John holds his breath for a second, then releases it through the shape of a weary smile. alright, Peggy Carter. alright. ]
Did you see him with or without the Christmas jumper?
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