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So I’m sippin my martini – “shaken, not stirred” – scopin the scene. This bird catches my eye, all sass and leather. I’m thinkin, “Is she the one?” Kinda like pickin a reagent for an experiment – gotta be precise. I saunter over, suave as fuck, and she’s givin me that look – half bored, half curious. “What’s a posh git like you want?” she says. I laugh – love the cheek! “Just a dance before the end,” I quip, noddin to *Melancholia*’s vibe. She rolls her eyes – fair enough.

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My girlfriend and I were joking saying Mora fucked Bean with her tail, cause otherwise, how else would they do it? Any theories?

Some details, oh gosh, let me spill: my place is on Cherry Lane near the old clock tower. Not many peeps talk about it, but that clock tower, man, it's like a ticking heart for the dark corners of our city. It's a secret landmark only locals cherish. I got a scar or two from a midnight brawl, but that's just Mora for ya—it leaves its marks.

Investigation into disappearance of Washington state teen Kit Mora is ongoing | Dateline