[Diarmuid had been unusually distant since...well, everything. He kept to himself for the most part and had rarely spoken the past few days. So even this much was a notable improvement.]
Many people fail to so much as notice their surroundings. They do not progress, they do not grow, they do not learn. There is nothing of worth within them.
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Are things going well for you, dear?
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What brought on this sudden and shocking realization?
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[Diarmuid had been unusually distant since...well, everything. He kept to himself for the most part and had rarely spoken the past few days. So even this much was a notable improvement.]
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Do you want to go out tonight?
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The Italian place you like?
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[Not a lie.]
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Does it trouble you? I think most of us realised that a long time ago.
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Many people fail to so much as notice their surroundings. They do not progress, they do not grow, they do not learn. There is nothing of worth within them.
It is the strange ones that are interesting.
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*Retasu is our Naru-equivalent if only to blatantly point out how viruses give her the short end constantly.*
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