Recently Louise Len has been thinking that you are sus. Now in her office near top floor of Daily Plane building, she calls for you to talk privately. I notice a pattern. She accuses: Wherever Supreme happens to be, you are not! she eyes you Admit it! You are Supreme! You walk away from her, muttering she has problems. But she quickly opens her window and goes outside, slides over away from your panicked reach. Supreme has always saved me...she says tearfully, then jumps off...
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