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[mathemagier]

[Screened calls go straight to voicemail, where an impatient recording answers]

You've reached Dr. Hermann Gottlieb. Leave your name, number, and business if you expect a return call. Thank you.

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[driftsintobuffetline]

...At that point? We're currently upholding a pretense at THIS point? Honestly, Hermann, I think the only person in this entire world who didn't assume we were sleeping together was Joaquin for a while--

You should have experimented with different methods, Doctor.

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[mathemagier]

No, but we do technically have separate rooms.

If only I'd known that pinning you against the nearest available surface would actually have proven effective. I could have saved the both of us a good amount of pointless arguing and frustration.

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[driftsintobuffetline]

"Technically."

Pointless?! Hey, now. We won the war. Some of those were very fruitful arguments. Anyway, I apparently do my best work when mentally, scientifically, and sexually frustrated by you.

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[mathemagier]

Unfortunate, really. For the good of the world, I'll simply have to refrain from touching or indulging you during the next crisis.

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[driftsintobuffetline]

However will you cope? Another decade pining away.

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[mathemagier]

Oh there is simply no universe in which I'd manage through ten years of temptation close at hand. I am not a saint.

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[driftsintobuffetline]

Well, THAT is obvious. No saint enjoys so much sin, right?

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[mathemagier]

Well I certainly haven't heard any complaints.

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[driftsintobuffetline]

I could file one if you're feeling nostalgic...