Poor Richard. I like to think that the real Richard is sitting at a bar somewhere with the real Edward, swapping stories and waiting to see if the books ever come to their senses, and this Richard is just a mannequin with an mp3 player stuffed in it that plays phrases that give Anita a reason to behave however will please her most at the time.
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Date: 2013-10-28 10:25 pm (UTC)