- exhausted worker whose job it is to put little blips in bottles—” He took a breath, his left hand vaguely gesticulating suddenly. “—clashing with a bunch of spectacularly specific, serendipitous slip-ups.” He focused on Kaja. Nervous eyes screaming ‘oh god I have, haven’t I?”

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- sort of situation. “T-thank you!” Fervently nodding his head, Jon ignored every anxiety in his mind and quickly jittered over to a seat. “I-I think I’m really, really onto something w-weird here. Unless, somehow, I’ve managed to stumble across the sloppy work over an -

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He could feel it in the back of his head. Jon wasn’t a particularly intuitive or socially savvy person. But this? Being gently guided by someone usually so curt into a withdrawn room? The voice in the back echoed. This wasn’t a trap. But it was a ‘we can’t leave until I decided we’re done’ -

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#Queekisms Lo, you’re the best.

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