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[everswirlingtoilet]

You've reached the phone of Nick Sax. Congratulations--I'm sure it's the highlight of your day.

Assuming you had a point to reaching out, leave a message regarding said point. If I think it's worth my time, I'll get back to you. If not...

...beep.

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[everswirlingtoilet]

Arctic waves? Where did that come from? Or I guess I should ask who did it come from? [And how insane are their lives that he doesn't question for a moment that it happened?]

Don't take this the wrong way, but you look like you could use more rest.

[tucky]

Harry, but I wasn't helping much either once my imagination got started.

[She gives him a rueful half-grin.]

And you're probably right, but I got lunch for us anyway.

[Tucking the gun into her jeans pocket (the safety is on, at least), she ducks into the kitchen, calling back over her shoulder:]

You like ham sandwiches, right?

[everswirlingtoilet]

Yeah, that kind of thing is why I tried to keep moving. I thought maybe that way I wouldn't get sucked too deeply into anyone else's weirdness. [He was right, to an extent. Instead of getting too entangled in any one form of craziness, he just skipped through multiple kinds. He's not sure that was better.]

Does anyone not like ham sandwiches?

[tucky]

People who can't eat ham for religious reasons.

[She's had a Jewish inmate, as well as a couple of Jewish friends.]

What about cupcakes?

[everswirlingtoilet]

There's a difference between can't have it and don't like it, though. I had a Jewish friend in high school who loved ham. He just couldn't have it...except when he could sneak it.


What flavor? Actually, it doesn't matter. Cake of any flavor or shape or size is fine.