[oh good Lord, Howard settles down? That isn't something she ever really expected. Not that she's all that surprised, really. A man of his status and his disposition couldn't run from it forever. She almost laughs at the thought, but realises that likely isn't very kind of her.]
I am indeed. [Acquainted? Lucky? Who knows.] 1949. Your past, I suppose.
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I am indeed. [Acquainted? Lucky? Who knows.] 1949. Your past, I suppose.