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Nothing. No folder, no post-its, not even a hunch. God damn it.



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My visit to the prison was quite interesting. To be fair, I was checking up on Mason — and as it turns out, he wasn't there. Surprise to end all surprises. However, the facilities are somewhat nicer than I expected, if a little cramped. A sudden spike in crime rate will do that to a place. The group of people there is motley at best. Destruction is destruction, no matter who is behind it, though I do question some motivations. I suppose those are between the convicted and their god. And, of course, the government.

One has to wonder why two wealthy and powerful leaders would mysteriously turn up dead at roughly the same time. Babylon, do your wonders never cease.

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And at least prison gives you food. Or something that's supposed to be food, anyway.

[viciouslyfucked.livejournal.com]

decent conversation, too

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And card playing buddies.

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where do you think i learned to play strip poker

[fucktoiletseats.livejournal.com]

I didn't want to ask.

[viciouslyfucked.livejournal.com]

closely guarded secret, that is.

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I feel privileged, Mason. Really.

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Wow.

[viciouslyfucked.livejournal.com]

joke, rubey.

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Are you sure.

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are you?

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It wouldn't surprise me.

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not much does!

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You're learning.

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nah, just sober.