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[prosecutory]

Good day. This is Miles Edgeworth.

I cannot accommodate you at the moment, but please leave a message and I will respond as soon as possible. 

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[prosecutory]

[He would have preferred a flamboyant magic trick over this nonsense, Trucy.

Well well. Look who's here and passing around the same chain letter Athena dumped into his inbox. Boy, it's a Japanifornia party up in here and everyone was invited, majority of them from the future.]

Trucy, I'm sure you're old enough to know that chain letters aren't real.

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[stagewright]

But that doesn't mean they're not fun!! :) Isn't this one kind of cute?

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[prosecutory]

What is so "neat" about filling my inbox with spam mail?

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[stagewright]

I'm just wishing you well, Uncle Miles!

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[prosecutory]

Then say it plainly, instead.

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[stagewright]

Where would be the fun in that?!

Anyway, don't make Christmas plans, okay?? We're going to have a party for all of us from home. :)

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[prosecutory]

I assure you, I have none.

But it is rather surprising that so many of us are here.

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[stagewright]

OK good!! And I guess it kinda is...Athena thinks we should have a meeting with everyone to talk about what's happening, but that's sort of "separate from Christmas".

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[prosecutory]

That is actually a good idea, considering the different points in time we are from.

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[stagewright]

Then you should confirm with Athena you're in!

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[prosecutory]

All right, then. I will.

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[stagewright]

Later!!!