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76 lines
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%title Robbed (WT)
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:writing:fiction:furry:short-story:sawtooth:
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Name notes
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* Cerridwen welsh goddess of music
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* Cecilia patron saint of music
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* Thamyris greek god of musical conceit
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* Linus musical son of apollo
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* Dr. T. Linus Carraway Jr - Conductor, professor of woodwinds, and oboist. Also full of himself for being young genius or whatever
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* Carrie Brys - Linus' long-distance girlfriend, lives in Illinois, computer science grad student
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1. Linus concert and intro
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2. Class and followups
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3. Linus mugged, stabbed, grabs knife blade in defense and severs tendons
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4. Sad sad sad, mopes at home, tries ODing on meds
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5. Carrie visits as soon as she can make it to try and get him going again
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6. Struggle struggle, living up in one's own head
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7. Carrie surprises by turning last concert of season into benefit concert. Sob sob happy except low chance of getting back to where he was
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## Story
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*[11:41 PM] tlcarraway> The high that comes after a performance is surely greater than any drug. I don't have much experience with drugs, other than an abortive attempt at marijuana back in undergrad.*
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*[11:42 PM] tlcarraway> They should bottle this feeling.*
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_[11:42 PM] CarrieB> Good performance, then?_
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*[11:42 PM] tlcarraway> Great!!!*
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_[11:42 PM] CarrieB> I can tell. You always start making these grand statements after the good ones._
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*[11:43 PM] tlcarraway> I do?*
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*[11:43 PM] tlcarraway> I guess I do.*
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_[11:44 PM] CarrieB> Last good performance you had, you started talking about Orpheus._
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*[11:44 PM] tlcarraway> Oy, was I drunk?*
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_[11:44 PM] CarrieB> Are you now?_
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*[11:45 PM] tlcarraway> Hah, good point.*
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*[11:45 PM] tlcarraway> How's my kitty?*
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_[11:45 PM] CarrieB> Good, though maybe not as good as you. Been waiting for you to get back._
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*[11:45 PM] tlcarraway> Waiting?*
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_[11:46 PM] CarrieB> Of course! Your concerts really are great, but when they're done, that means I get you back again._
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*[11:46 PM] tlcarraway> <3*
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*[11:46 PM] tlcarraway> Only one more this season, kitty.*
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_[11:46 PM] CarrieB> <3_
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_[11:47 PM] CarrieB> Still want me to come out and watch?_
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*[11:47 PM] tlcarraway> I'd love that <3*
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_[11:47 PM] CarrieB> Good!_
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_[11:47 PM] CarrieB> It's super late, though, but I wanted to stay up and catch you before sleep. I'm crashingg_
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*[11:49 PM] tlcarraway> Yeah, go get some sleep. I need to get cleaned up, anyway.*
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_[11:49 PM] CarrieB> Kk sleep well when you get there love you_
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Out of habit, Linus twitched his wrist to get his watch into view, despite the clock on his laptop. It *was* late.
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*[11:50 PM] tlcarraway> Love you too. Make sure you actually sleep in bed instead of the comp chair this time <3*
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No reply. Good. If Carrie got to the point of barely intelligible keyboard mashing, she'd sleep basically wherever she was. Linus just had to hope she actually made it.
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