Same people.
Different idiots.
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He remembers what they conveniently forgot.
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Arrowyy went looking for QQ, then Meho, with the steady alarm of a man counting chairs after supper. I knew neither location, though Meho’s likely somewhere turning a battlefield queue into a personal grievance.
Blaedy caught the loose end of my phrasing at once, as she was bound to do. Arrowyy then took up the same thread with the solemnity of an inquiry, having first instructed me to send Meho home by gryphon.
For arranging an imaginary letter, I received praise and a place in Arrowyy’s ledger. I warned him not to make a habit of it. A man who keeps accounts of helpfulness is exactly the man one should avoid helping twice.
