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πšŽπš›πš’πš” πš•πšŽπš‘πš—πšœπš‘πšŽπš›πš› ([personal profile] fluss) wrote in [community profile] soddersays 2020-03-31 03:40 am (UTC)

[ he continues to live his life blissfully unaware then. what illegitimate son? what daughter we never get to see onscreen?

it can all be swept aside for the time being, at least until peter is ready to spill his guts. speaking of peter spilling his guts though, he certainly has a way of rambling through a conversation all on his own, doesn't he? erik folds his newspaper in half, setting it down on top of the table. he can wait.
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I read the letter. [ the one in the basket. ] Do you believe that we are in a dream?

[ he can't quite follow that last part, but he does offer semi-helpfullyβ€” ] I was informed that the pigs used to be townspeople. [ note: he says that he was informed; not that he believes it. ] Unless they were cannibalistic in nature, I think you're safe.

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