originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
*Mortar saw a man in the mirror, a middle aged man with grey brown hair, green eyes, and a slight pot belly*
Well, that's a new look...
*Mortar furrows his unibrow*
English
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"1284"
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Oh, um... I was in 1275... I think I was your dad
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"Oh my god."
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Yeah, right... it was... weird
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"I'm sure of that."
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Yeah, I had no idea what was going on... was there a Mortar where you were from?
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"A Mortar? Not that I remember. It might have been the dream part. Unless of course...."
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Of course what? Nora...
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"Yes?"
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What did you do?
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"Nothing!"
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I feel like you did something...
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"I'm offended."
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Why? Because I think you're doing something?
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"Yes."
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Well, I'm sorry, but something strange seems to be happening...
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"How do you mean?"
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I dunno... it feels like the house is doing something. it's coming full circle...
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"What is? What do you mean?"
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I'm... it's nothing. Forget I said anything
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"Odd."
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Yeah...
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"Maybe you should go home."
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Yeah, uh, maybe... Well, I bid you farewell, and I'll see ya later
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"Get some rest. And goodbye."