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A hounding color, silver's lesser sister
Has a breath along the way, a cease.
This public chariot yields a final pause
Like Schubert did in older annuals.
But this cross borne hit more than a note sooner:
And its travels are Frosted in path.

So another Gothamite leaves us with more questions than answers. I'm not sure if anyone could call themselves friends with Mr. Nygma, but he's gone, regardless. This was found carved into a table in his flat. He could have left a harder one, to be honest.

And yet, perhaps he's better off than us.

[And that's the closest he'll get to publicly acknowledging recent affairs.]

Feel free to solve it yourself.

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I'm sure they'll be able to judge for themselves.

Still using the stage name?

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Just an encore for a select audience.
It's a nice touch, don't you think?
Nostalgia.

-Brook

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I'm not one for thinking sentimentally about the past. Or acts overstaying their welcome.

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Says the man with his own blogger.
I'll tell the kettle he missed you, pot.

-Brook

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[Ugh.]

What John does with his free time is up to him. Lord knows I don't endorse it.

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[ y u p. he can't help but find it all amusing. so entertaining, this one. ]

Oooh, watch those cheeks. You're blushing, Sherlock.

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[The blog is forever his weakness as far as annoyance goes.]

I don't blush.