OFFICIAL WARDEN ANNOUNCEMENT! Completely public.

[buywithme]

Comrades, If you should encounter a situation in which my inmate: "Barron Sharpe" is aggressively removing his gloves at you, I would like to officially authorize punching him as an acceptable preventative measure against his trying to hold your hand.

Under no circumstances should you allow him to hold your hand.

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[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

I don't use it unless I strictly have to. Because of the disadvantages, you understand. [Such a lie.]

[Quiet for a moment after Prefect's obvious discussion.] You can't know that for sure. There's always a change that it's wrong, even if it seems obvious.

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

Like if you really desperately have to force someone to be in love with you? [Yeah, Prefect doesn't believe that :c]

Anyway. The file, which I think is about you, says you use it all the time, and that's why your memory is so bad.

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

It was the flood. I couldn't control my actions. [Hey, partially true.]

My memory is fine. The file is exaggerating.

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

Comrade, even if you weren't thinking straight, it proved what you think are circumstances where it's appropriate to use your power.

All right, Comrade. [Pause.] Then give me your notebooks.

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you might be reading into that one a bit much. [Time for a change of argument!] Besides, you were the one who worked me. Or are we just pretending that didn't happen?

[Even longer pause.] My what?

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

Comrade, why would I work you into loving me, if I didn't feel the same way, Comrade? I didn't do that, the flood did that.

Your notebooks. I know you say they're the plot for a novel in a different language, Comrade, so I think you should lend me them.

For two days. Then I would give you them back.

[sharpememory.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you say that now. Making me look stupid as if that wasn't your whole plan along. Nice job, puppet master.

No. That's not going to happen. Even if those notebooks did exist, which they don't, you'd have to get them over my dead body.