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1/9/2016 11:12:03 PM
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Eric shakes his head, and lowers the pistol. Some blood had hardened on his forehead, and there's a few cuts there as well.
"Avalon?... What the hell..."
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"Yup"
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"Why the hell was I on a ship that big? I'm a pilot, but I couldn't fly that thing."
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"No idea man. You FN?"
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"What the hell is FN?" Suddenly, it makes sense. His confusion, the wounds on his head. He probably lost his memory.
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"Mhm, you lost your memory"
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He looks around, "Well, no shit Sherlock."
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"Hey man, I wouldn't be talking shit if I were you"
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"Why not? I didn't talk shit to the bar, yet it did me a number. Might as well get some satisfaction out of it."
