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i guess i could

hey, by the way
can u do me a favor?

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maybe
what do you want

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tell me what u decided
about earlier

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[ uh. ]

remind me what i was supposed to be deciding

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no

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then i cant tell you
shouldve thought this through a little better, bro

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i know ur not who i thought u were
who are u.

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[ ah, shit. marcus is still a little too fucked up to really parse the repercussions of what's happening here, but he knows he's been busted. he's at least smart enough not to say his own name. ]

who did you think i was

[ it's obvious at this point, but marcus just needs to say something to buy time. ]

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i'm not telling u shit

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you already told me quite a bit already

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yeah
douche.

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[ well... marcus doesn't want to own up to this, nor does he want tate to suspect him, so he does the next best thing. he comes up with someone to blame. in this case, he throws someone under the bus just because he doesn't like them. oops. ]

it's reggie mantle

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and reggie mantle says his full name like that every time he introduces himself
like he's capable of this level of deception
his head is a rock

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ok you're pretty funny

[ marcus stares at his screen for a second or two longer, trying to find a way out of this, then just... stumbles through another response, just high enough to think it might work. ]

im going to bed
talk to you tomorrow?

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sure, asshole
look forward to it