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[hernes_son]

[The video feed abruptly comes to life, the camera at a strange angle. Robin is not facing it, his head clutched in his hands. Clearly this is not a deliberate message, as he is muttering desperately to himself.]

Not again. Too much; it's too much. I can't--

[Suddenly his gaze whips around to face the feed, a hunted expression on his face, and with an abrupt gesture he slams the computer shut.]

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[hernes_son]

[Robin is clearly frustrated with himself.] I'm sorry, I should not have... I did not intend to...

[It slowly dawns on him that Roslyn may be as confused as he is.] Where are you?

[boughtabookstore]

It's not your fault.

[ a surprised beat, and then she answers. ] My apartment.

[hernes_son]

Let me come to you.

[boughtabookstore]

... If you would like to, you can.

Unit 108.

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