urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_noble_conmanDimitriDimitriDimitri2009-07-16T01:09:42Zurn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_noble_conman:1273✘ 0012009-07-16T01:09:42Z2009-07-16T01:09:42ZLook. I told you, I am not your--. No. <em>No</em>.<span style="font-size: x-small;"> [a pause] .</span>..Fine. Just--<br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">[Cue a few seconds' worth of silence, followed by a hiss of muffled, ugly static, sound slowly growing in clarity until one can finally hear snatches a rather frustrated voice in the background as the line's stability is restored.]<br /></span><br /><em>Finally</em>.<br /><br />All right. Look, can <em>anyone</em> in this place tell me what’s going on here? Explain a few things? Like maybe why there are suddenly pictures of me stuck in every corner of this house that is filled with people I most definitely--<em>certainly</em>--have never seen before in my life. It would be very much appreciated. Trust me.<br />