Glitch tugs his coat around him a bit more, his casual one because he prefers a bit of anonymity wandering around town. He takes his cup of tea, sipping it and setting it aside. "Have you..."
There's flickers, something that he can't remember but wants to be remembered. "I don't know. If you have, I can't remember it. She... There's a connection here. I know there is. But I don't know what." He sighs slightly. "I'm sorry."
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Date: 2009-09-05 04:07 am (UTC)There's flickers, something that he can't remember but wants to be remembered. "I don't know. If you have, I can't remember it. She... There's a connection here. I know there is. But I don't know what." He sighs slightly. "I'm sorry."