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Feb. 9th, 2015 at 1:08 AM
Oliver really couldn't decide if he should laugh, or be incredibly pissed that the bastard that destroyed the city was back, or relieved because they would finally get a chance to talk.
He headed back to the loft he shared with Thea and sat on the couch in front of the picture window. There was a bottle of single malt scotch in front of him, and two glasses. One he was sipping, one was empty.
He was leaning forward his elbows, resting on his knees. "Malcolm Merlyn... You have... failed."
He headed back to the loft he shared with Thea and sat on the couch in front of the picture window. There was a bottle of single malt scotch in front of him, and two glasses. One he was sipping, one was empty.
He was leaning forward his elbows, resting on his knees. "Malcolm Merlyn... You have... failed."
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