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`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
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Edited by Veration:
1/1/2016 8:07:28 PM
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[i]"Yes. He is a very good permeable friend. The logical conclusion is: you know him too?"[/i]
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"Yeah. I'm his daughter. Well, the youngest."
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[b]Damien's grin appears once more. He folds his arms over his chest and gives a wink.[/b] [i]"Ah... I see it. The eyes... Your hair. Though... The accent isn't quite dialected to his. No matter, you are quite beautiful. You should be wary. Men on this ship do not exhibit self-control. Give the word and I can come horizontally twist neck muscles till they break."[/i]
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"Thank you, my friend. My fathers wife, Lavernia, was British. And thank you for your protection. I should be off now, need to see my father." Nora walks away.
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[b]Damien gives a curt nod. He returns to his silent stare.[/b] [spoiler]End[/spoiler]
