"Thanks. I think it's just a cold," Angela says. "But I wish it would just *cough* go away already."
Her eyebrows are practically to her heairline and her eyes widen at trhe next bit. "Chicago? Like, Illinois Chicago? That's practically a thousand miles. I've never been."
"Was it fun? And is that where Marty went, the rat?"
Yeah, it was great. Got a lot of shopping done. The library staff, um, minus you made a Burberry salesgirl cry. We sort of stayed at Marty's apartment. Very comfy floor, he has.
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The club thing went fine. And um, you missed Chicago.
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Her eyebrows are practically to her heairline and her eyes widen at trhe next bit. "Chicago? Like, Illinois Chicago? That's practically a thousand miles. I've never been."
"Was it fun? And is that where Marty went, the rat?"
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Angela's voice turned wistful. "Marty's supposed to take me to CHicago someday. Maybe over Christmas break."
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See, it'll be better that way, 'cause you won' have about fifty squallin' people hangin' about.