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[postits]

Good show, Mr. Petrelli. The speech was enthralling.

Every year, I find it's more than a little odd to be thankful for dying, but — well, it's hard to understand, kids. Happy Thanksgiving. The food was great and you're all out of your god damn minds.

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[flameregalia]

Thankful for dying? I'm happy to be back, actually.

[postits]

The returning part came after the dying.

[ex_whoosh450]

No, thankyou, Mr. Sofer.

[postits]

The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Petrelli.

[ex_whoosh450]

Really though, you're thankful for dying? Seems like an oxymoron to me.

[postits]

It is.

I came back. Had I not died, I wouldn't have seen as much as I have. The shit you learn to be thankful for, really.

[ex_whoosh450]

I ended up being unexpectedly thankful for a few things too. Would you like to get a drink some time?

[postits]

Such as?

That'd be great. Sane people need to stick together.

[ex_whoosh450]

Family, to keep it simple.

That, and all the school children have been making me feel old.

[postits]

Ah. Are they here with you?

I hear you.

[ex_whoosh450]

My brother is, and Claire. There are still so many, though. I miss my boys.

Drinking it is, then.

[postits]

And I miss my girls. We could talk about this all day, I'm sure.

Now? Because I could do now.

[ex_whoosh450]

I think now is definitely the way to go.

[postits]

Peaches. I'll meet you there.