[Accidental Voice -> Deliberate Voice]

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[And this early evening, the journal will pick up the sound of one small British girl muttering to herself.]

Well, this is very rude. It didn't snow last autumn, you know. I think I ought to complain.

[Huff. Followed by a small ow, barely heard. And silence. Then finally:]

Oh!  [And the journal is picked up finally.  Because you, the townsfolk, should know the answer to this question.  Clearly.]  Did we get visited by aliens in the night? I think I've been experimented on. [Okay, that is totally the best thing ever.] I hope they looked like Elvis clones.

Has anyone seen my cat?

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[all7seas]

Which is where? [He is already planning on acquiring for her a GIGANTIC WARM COAT.]

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Paris. They have very nice croy-sants. [Or croissants. Whatever. >.>]

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[all7seas]

Ooooh! Myself, I like the chocolate-y croy-sants! The flaky ones! And they're ever so easy to carry about in one's pockets!

[action] SOB DW I didn't get this notif DX

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Yes! But you need to be careful how long you leave them there, or they might get eaten by ants. Or muggers.

hahaha it's okay

[all7seas]

Ants?! There's no vermin in my pockets, darling. Not...not just now, anyhow.

[And he IS a mugger, pretty much, and not really afraid of OTHER muggers.]

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Do you often get vermin in your pockets, then?

[all7seas]

Only in prison.

[flickerflash]

Perhaps you should wear things without pockets when you get arrested, then.