under the mattress is the gold + relics Charlie and I collected from egypt. I left it there so itd be secure. in that heap is a gold necklace laced with diamonds: I need it safe
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meaning go get it and for the love of god dont sell it off
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hes in this cell with me
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but who knows maybe a vacancy will open up
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speaking of I need you to do me a favor
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with someone I can trust
meaning go get it and for the love of god dont sell it off
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What the hell would I even do with money here, anyway? No economy on the moon my dear.
But yeah, I'll go get it.
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Ouch my heart
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(thats how I wound up working under a psychotic war criminal for the better part of a year)
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Standards come with picket fences.
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have you seriously never considered a picket fence or two though
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also not the worst job in the world? the woman was a bloody nutjob how was that not
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so did not need that mental image
[Seeing her in a catsuit is as close as Chloe ever wants to get.]
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