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That's it, I'm done. August 29th, 2203

I think it's genetic. The family CRAZY. But yeah, I thought I'd escaped it, but given what's been going on recently, I obviously haven't. I can see that now. At least it didn't *kill* me.

But it will if I don't stop.

So I'm done with all this scooby-doo junior detective crap. I'm done with the Fleet. I -- damn it. If... anyone from the Fleet wants to me, she -- they can talk to me after the war. It'll only be a few months subjective for them, and I'm terrible at noticing how much time's passed.

Four Chilly Hedgehogs is giving the authorities one last infodump, and then they can take care of the rest. That's why we pay taxes, right? Well, why I pay taxes. Somehow, they don't. It's probably a martian thing.

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Black Griffon: 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23
Gentle Rain: 24 | 25 | 26 | 27
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Familiar, chapter 36

Previous stories in this universe are Space Otters:
http://terrycloth.livejournal.com/540642.html

and Glow Bugs:
http://terrycloth.livejournal.com/581586.html

Dramatis Personae:
http://terrycloth.livejournal.com/576866.html
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