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to: Marius
from: Jennie

So I found out why the staff have been suspiciously lenient on the whole "buying a girl thing"

Because they've done it themselves. Sooraya Qadir? One of my roommates? Mr. Dayspring bought her off some guy in Afghanistan. Yes, really. I am living in a suite with not one, but two girls arrivng here via purchase. I'm slightly unsettled by it's apparent commoness.

Speaking of. She's back. You going to talk to her? Or am I going to have to arrange an "accidental" meeting that would in no way be seven kinds of awkward?

-J

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to: [Marius]
from: [Jennie]

It was wrong. About as wrong as stealing several thousand Euros. The forgiveness of this place is bordering on almost pathological. It's why I will never talk about it unless it's the professor or Samson. Their opinions don't matter to me. And those who try to tell you about her, about her feelings or how she's "much better off"? They aren't her. They weren't there, so they don't understand.

Talk to her. I can't explain it, but I felt a million pounds lighter afterwards.

Hell, If I could forgive you....

As for your predicament with your parents. I share your pain. I made a terrible first impression on mine, how do you make up for something like that? I feel like I'm constantly trying to prove myself worthy of this newfound attention.

And I will conceed you can pull off black admirably. Points docked if you start wearing eyeliner, though. My experiments not withstanding.

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To: [Jennie]
From: [Marius]


Ah, the assurances were well-meant; as the girl in question is no longer catatonic nor enjoying the loathsome company of suppliers in human misery my intellectual inclination is admittedly one of agreement. But as you say, it is somewhat personal in nature, so talk to Yvette I shall.

You know, just as soon as my brain provides me with an opener less off-putting than "So, me buying you: your thoughts?"

And ah, but your forgiveness is a special case, for as we know you are made of Mercy. I am still petitioning for your canonization after Forge displayed his incredible talent of kicking himself in his own tonsils before prom.

No worries about the family. I have every confidence your winning nature shall win out, as it is, ah . . . winning. (I jest, of course, but I do believe you will do well. Although if you like I shall quite happily unite them in hatred against myself. It is an area in which I possess vast experience.)

You have my solemn vow against the eyeliner, at least for circumstances other than moments of whimsy. Despite recent behavior we both know any attempts to rival Jay would be futile.