>>20887194"Seriously, stop. But anyway, after that weird shit with Maria, you could still be in a damn good spot, you know? I know you don't really want to give Kanako what she wants, but I believe in you. She's tough, and it would never be easy, but if you did get past her, just think of what Zuni or Duna"--
>"Look, Kels, ack-shally, Oi moight head off, mate. Awl this tork about wresslin and shit just gets me all koinda fucken mad.""Shit, Sheila, sorry. Let's just ignore it. I can change the subject"--
>'Nah, dun worry about it, mate. Oi'll catch up wiff ya anuvva toim, yeah? And mate, maybe touch up ya hair? Ya natch cull-ah is showin' frew. Oi'll see ya round, mate. ""... yeah."
>[Sheila Foster leaves, her beer unfinished. More importantly, Sheila leaves Kelly Omega sitting alone at a beachside bench on a cold Spaghetti Town evening.]". . ."
With a deep sigh, Omega nurses her drink, letting her mind wander.
