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†001 - What do they expect me to do?
[Romania's elections have recently taken place, with some odd results. Two major parties tied and in an attempt to help political and economical situations, the country has declared a New Centralist government, definitely in contrast of their past communist government. However, this new turn has left the capital feeling rather off and somewhat ill. Mihail has taken to reclining on his couch, trying to settle his churning stomach and battling a very persistent headache. After all, there's obvious unrest at home and he can feel all of it.
As of now, he's curled up in a parka (real fur-lined, indeed) and in more nauseous moments, he seems to think a glass of absinthe can help, so he's been making return trips to the kitchen and thus, slowly draining an absinthe bottle. He's confused enough that he doesn't realize it's only making him feel worse. Hopefully, things will die down over Christmas enough for a reprieve, but there doesn't seem to be any signs of that.]
As of now, he's curled up in a parka (real fur-lined, indeed) and in more nauseous moments, he seems to think a glass of absinthe can help, so he's been making return trips to the kitchen and thus, slowly draining an absinthe bottle. He's confused enough that he doesn't realize it's only making him feel worse. Hopefully, things will die down over Christmas enough for a reprieve, but there doesn't seem to be any signs of that.]
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Civil unrest and bad politics, Mr. William. That seems to be my problem at the moment. They don't even care that it is near the holidays.
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Unrest... tends ta not care if i's a holiday or not. Bu' ah doubt tha', He gestures at the glass. 'll help ya any.
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Bu'... it ain't good fer you... Ah've tried tha'... it don' work, no' really.
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Only if ya wan' ta bring tha' kinda bad luck on yerself.
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It ain't yer fault if there's trouble at home... Wouldn' be righ' of me ta judge ya for it.
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No... Darlin', ain't none of this yer fault.
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Ah don' think so...
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We've all done regrettable things darlin'...
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Exactly darlin'...There'll be plenty a' time fer worry an' regret after tha holidays.