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[enarms]

"John Watson's phone. I'm either busy or ignoring you, in which case you'll know who you are. Leave a message."

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[nineteenfortyfive]

[She's praying this is the last of it. But that's not a conversation she's having again with anyone.]

Not a spree. I think there might be only a few people I'd like to give beads.

[Hint, hint.]

[enarms]

Lucky lot.

I'll buy one off you. Fair exchange, bead for a bead.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Another good reason this isn't happening in person: there might be some glassy eyes over here. She's sure neither of them have plans to leave, at least for some time, but it's good to have these silly beads.]

Sounds fair to me.

[enarms]

Good. We can seal the deal at the weekend.

[ it might not ever come to be of any use to either of them, but it's a comfort all the same. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Perfect. No escape.