I have been informed this is an excellent time-waster.

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(Meet Me In St. Louis is on, the roommates are out of town, and I've been wearing university sweatpants all day: it's time.)

Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you between one and three sentences from that story.

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WELL FANCY SEEING YOU HERE.

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The one where it's only the second or third time they're riding together, and she's trying real earnestly to Get To Know Him.

(Also, that movie is the BEST. "The ice man saw a drunkard get shot, and the blood spurted out three feet!" means "Merry Christmas" in the Underground RR house.)

SHOCKING, ISN'T IT.

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(It's entirely possible I've been running around my house singing "The Trolley Song" at the top of my lungs.)

"I mean--" She's got every single part of her uniform on, like every rookie in the history of ever, long-sleeved duty shirt even though it's a thousand fucking degrees in the shade. The hair at the back of her neck is damp, something Sam is studiously Not Noticing. "How was, you know. Working Guns and Gangs?"

"Quieter," Sam says, real pointed. Which works for another two blocks, then:

"Trained any rookies before?"