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  <title>Is this any way to start a partnership?</title>
  <subtitle>Relax, we're gonna be friends.</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Agt. Mark Cornell</name>
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  <updated>2013-04-26T10:03:39Z</updated>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-01-09:1930668:2027</id>
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    <title>.001 video</title>
    <published>2013-04-26T10:01:25Z</published>
    <updated>2013-04-26T10:03:39Z</updated>
    <category term="not a lunatic"/>
    <category term="partners use first names"/>
    <category term="i don't like you; i can't trust you"/>
    <category term="i can tell this is going to keep me up"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[The time for observation and information gathering has clearly come to an end; much as the flood itself hadn't changed him fundamentally, he's been more affected by the experience than by the false memory of events. That doesn't matter. What matters is &lt;i&gt;everyone else&lt;/i&gt; who was affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know who to watch, who to be careful for, who to trust, when everything about them is subject to change so arbitrarily? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't. Cornell hasn't been sleeping much, these past several days. It's late (or early, however you choose to look at it) when he flips his communicator on, finally having reached the end of his tether. No introduction, no preamble-- just a man with dark circles below his eyes and a fine, sharp edge to his voice.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Public]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, did any of you who were, who were different, or believed-- who &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; something you know now isn't true at all, did any of you feel any sense at all that something was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[He taps his finger restlessly against the side of the comm. &lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt; hadn't. Had experienced absolute conviction in a version of reality he could before and can now say with utmost certainty is not, nor was it ever, what actually transpired. His lip twists, thinking about it. He doesn't need an answer. He doesn't expect an answer. None of your input &lt;i&gt;matters&lt;/i&gt;, not when none of you can say for sure who you are. Not when there isn't any way to know whether or not you're under some kind of outside influence.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you so sure of what you know now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Congratulations, Barge. You've all just made Cornell's watch list.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://itsatragedy.dreamwidth.org/2027.html#cutid1"&gt;Private to Ronald Sandoval&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=itsatragedy&amp;ditemid=2027" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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