Here again

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A tall, muscular man clad in sport jacket and jeans walked into the cantina, then stopped and looked around as he recognized the place and remembered when he'd been here last.

-Four years,- he thought, pondering going back home for a moment before shrugging and walking over to a booth. -This is as good a place to work as any.-

One hand went up to absently rub the big purple bruise on the side of his face; souvenir of his last encounter with a door frame. Then he seated himself and asked the furry waitress for a coffee before immersing himself in his work.

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[elisa-garg.livejournal.com]

"You're lucky, then."

She shook her head, trying to clear some of the depressing thoughts out. "You know... we really ought to get together sometime, you, me, my Goliath, your Elisa. A double-date."

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"I'll speak to Elisa." He watched her for a moment, then said gravely, "Speaking of teenagers, have you ever seen one after three days of substituting sugar for sleep?"

[elisa-garg.livejournal.com]

Elisa laughed at that, feeling the distracting thoughts rolling out of her as she did.

"Can't say that I have. But then again, the only teens I get to see regularly are Lex, Broadway, and Angela."

Her Brooklyn had, of course, stopped being a teenager several months ago, her time, and many years by his own.