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[coppelganger]

Hey, it's Sarah. Leave a message.

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[magnitudes]

No, see, that's where you say, "Sarissa, mate, you're the most charismatic, delightful person I know, not to mention intelligent and modest, how could I make you seem more popular?" And then I oretend to be all flattered and flustered.

[coppelganger]

[ Pffft ]

Sarissa, mate, you're delightful, but I dunno if I'd say modest.

[magnitudes]

Oh, please. I got modesty coming outta my ears. I'm the most modest person I've ever met.

[coppelganger]

Yeah, alright. [ She's clearly smiling. ] Hey, you're not gonna make us all wear Guy Fawkes masks, are you?

[magnitudes]

It'd make telling people to wear name tags easier, but no. Special favour for you.

Actually the fifth's, uh, my birthday. Don't wanns make a thing of that, but uh-- yeah. I don't actually care that much about Guy Fawkes.

[coppelganger]

Really? Your birthday?

[magnitudes]

Yeah. Thirty-one. Officially old. Take me out to pasteur, or something.

[coppelganger]

[ She whistles. ]

Yeah, shit, you're gonna be an old lady compared to me, mate.

[magnitudes]

Hey! No way, you're 1985 too, yeah?

[coppelganger]

March 1984. And I'm 29.

[magnitudes]

Huh. So it's... not 2015 for you, then.

( Despite herself, almost, she exhales a laugh. )

Christ, if I'd asked the year you were born instead of the date when I got here we might've pieced shit together faster. I mean, unless there're younger siblings?

[coppelganger]

2013. Yeah, we would've found out a lot sooner if I'd asked you some questions.

[ She almost adds "sorry" but then decides it would only make things worse. ]

There's one younger sibling. She's only eight, though.

[magnitudes]

( It's still raw, would be a lie to say anything otherwise, though her tone is kind of wry gentleness. )

Then we might not've gotten so close. I'm pretty okay with it.

( it hurts that it wasn't true, having some other family in the world, but-- being tangled up with the clones still felt like the best thing in her life. )

Hmm. Probably more grown than you then, hey?

[coppelganger]

Wow. I never knew you were funny.

[magnitudes]

Like all great artists I'll probably die before I'm fully appreciated.

[coppelganger]

I'm sure that's how it'll happen.

[magnitudes]

You'll miss the puns and knock knock jokes. No need to lie to yourself.

[coppelganger]

Yeah, of course.

[magnitudes]

Knock knock.

[coppelganger]

No.

[magnitudes]

--ck knock, yeah, a classic. You need to work on your delivery a bit.

[coppelganger]

You don't answer "knock knock" with "knock knock." Some expert you are.

[magnitudes]

You didn't even know the reply to "knock knock," you noodle. Honestly, how's an artist meant to work their craft in these conditions?

[coppelganger]

A true artist would find a way.

[magnitudes]

Don't knock it 'til you try it.