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When you told her that you needed to go, she quieted down for a while. "Oh…sorry if I was a bitch today," she said apologetically, and you knew that she meant it. You told her that it's fine; she was hurt and in need of someone to talk to. "Thanks, Wendell Dumein. Come back home soon, and we'll hang out sometime. I promise I'll be sober by then," she said, and you hung up soon after that. Following that call, you decided that you should…

She grins at you and says, "So…tell me a little about yourself. So far, I just know that you're Major Dorn Wilton's kid and that you were involved in the Presidential mission last month. Tell me more." You blinked in surprise and asked if that's really what she wanted to talk about. "Yeah. Got a problem with that?" she asked. You shrugged and told her a little bit more about yourself. She listened to you without speaking, then she held up her hand.

"Sorry…but I gotta know this. You never mentioned a sweetheart in your story about yourself," she said, peering intently at you. She tapped her fingers on your arms, expecting an answer from you, and you sighed softly. There was no way you were going to get out of this one, even if you somehow tricked Larry into letting you leave; you got the feeling that she would chase you all over the base until she got an answer from you. So you told her that…