Keep moving. Running. Moving people. Crazy shell game, with every life in D.C. at stake.
You let me join your stupid team, and you make me a second-class member. Just because I missed the old days. If I started tearing up the city and telling you, "oh, trust me," you'd laugh. You'd laugh and you'd put me in a damned asylum.
Duh. I thought she looked familiar. And here I am sending her out for coffee.
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