[But he stands, tall and gangly, to prevent Conan from going behind the counter. Instead, he tries to navigate himself and the young man away. Behind the counter seems like most normal shops, though there is a hefty pile of notebooks with green covers. Not a single red one, other than the one he has just closed on the counter top.]
And did she? I knew I could count on her. She's right, you know. I've got a dozen stories for a dozen lifetimes. And then a dozen more on top of that. Really, an infinite amount. [He smiles broadly.] I used to be a bit of a writer.
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[But he stands, tall and gangly, to prevent Conan from going behind the counter. Instead, he tries to navigate himself and the young man away. Behind the counter seems like most normal shops, though there is a hefty pile of notebooks with green covers. Not a single red one, other than the one he has just closed on the counter top.]
And did she? I knew I could count on her. She's right, you know. I've got a dozen stories for a dozen lifetimes. And then a dozen more on top of that. Really, an infinite amount. [He smiles broadly.] I used to be a bit of a writer.