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[Tim is walking down the hall. What hall? Any hall, really! He's just wandering today for the sake of stretching his legs some. He's been pondering things in his room all day so far, and really needed the break.

Now would be a great time to bother him, since he sure doesn't look busy!]

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[Pause, considering this for a minute before putting on a semi-decent accent.]

I think I could manage one of those things.

[ She grins and puts on a pretty decent one of her own. Tim, you just made her day. ]

Well, then. Shall we?

[This is totally ridiculous, but it's kind of nice to relax for a few minutes.]

Lets.

[Nods his head to the side in the direction he was heading before all this.]

[ Dunno if ridiculous covers it, but it's fun to try and walk around all prim and proper. ]

I feel like I should be making dry, witty comments here. If only I had read more Oscar Wilde recently, then I think I would have some inspiration.

[Snort]

We could talk about the weather, but I feel like we'd really mean something else the entire time.

I could tell you a heart-wrenching and completely untrue story about how my parents found me in a carpet bag.

In a train station?

In a closet in a train station, even.

Don't tell me you were accidentally mistake for a manuscript, and that's what caused all this.

I'm afraid so. I still can't quite believe it myself.

It does sound quite unbelievable.

I did say it was a completely untrue story.

And that, I find very believable.

Good. I'd hate for my reputation as an honest person to be tarnished.

Don't worry the fake secrets you told me today are safe with me.

I knew I could count on you.

For things like this? Always.

If I ever have any more completely untrue secrets I'm just dying to tell someone, I'll bring them to you.

And I'll be glad to listen.

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