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2 years ago
Jacob: Okay, now we need to use our brains to solve this enigma.
Emma: Let’s just ask Millard instead.
Bronwyn: Hey Millard, what’s the solution?
*silence*
Bronwyn: …Millard?
Horace: Oh God. We lost him.
Enoch: We left him at the station. He wasn’t with us on the train.
Emma: I feel horrible. Poor boy, I wonder where he is right now. Maybe he’s suffering under the rain…
Bronwyn: …hungry…
Emma: …naked.
Bronwyn: Poor, poor boy.
*meanwhile, in a warm living room full of precious furniture, with three sofas and tea and biscuits (so British) on a small table*
Millard, covered by stolen clothes, drinking tea and talking with a lovely old woman: *thinking* Enjoy your fuckin train, you fake friends.
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