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[ Shade prefers letters or other sorts of mail, but he can also be contacted through text or voice. ]

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My, my.

What an insult.

And so the Shadow disappeared into the night,
Hiding from the sun and its light,
Leaving the redhead to leave and wonder,
Why the hell he was friends with such a bounder,
When he could be having fun with a lady friend,
That would probably tie him to a bed,
And leave it in such a state,
That saves him the time from -

Well, you know what rhymes with state.

I do.

What a well crafted story, I'd say it's practically an epic.

I'm a Shakespeare of my time.

Quite so, quite so. We're blessed to have you.

Oh stop Shade, you know how easily I blush.

Now why would I want to do that?

Shade, please, I can't take it. I need to see you.

My, my.

I knew there was an ulterior motive.

You know me, I must have the pleasure of your company at all times.

Then when shall I sleep? [ He asks, even though he rarely sleeps. ]

When do I sleep? (when he isn't passed out drunk)

Well, you're human. I assumed quite a bit, comparatively.

Gee, thanks Shades. You know how to make a person feel special.

I do try. I thought that might make you feel rather appreciated.

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