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Tarragon: rolls eyes. "Like what? Family? Friends? I don't have any."
Tarragon: sighs. "Because, I have nothing to talk about."
Tarragon: "No, that's the last thing on my mind."
Tarragon: smirks. "You wouldn't be the first."
Tarragon: "Why's that?"
Tarragon: "This is how I always act."
Starfire: turns away. "You never know. We don't know what's inside me."
Tarragon: "What do you mean?" Crosses arms.
Starfire: "I may be good now, but that could all change quickly."
Awesome.
Better yet, my baseball bat from when I was in softball.
Emma: sighs and leans back in the chair.
Tarragon: stares at him. "What?"
(Renea, it's easier just to start.)
Tarragon: sits down. Looks around for anyone suspicious.
Tarragon: walks to a cafe.
Tarragon: leans up against the alley wall deciding what to do.
Emma: reviewing cases.
This reminds me of a movie.
It's alright.