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[fires-smith.insanejournal.com]

Well it's official. I've done my best to stay the hell away from all this. When my internet turned on me, I jury-rigged my type-writer to get my files typed up so I wouldn't have to deal with this crap. Alas my coworkers didn't accept my makeshift papers, so I had to cave and finally access this thing.

My name's Henry Phillips, formerly Hephaestus.

Let's get this over with.

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[fires-smith.insanejournal.com]

That was my next guess.

[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

Was it really?

[fires-smith.insanejournal.com]

No, I'm full of shit.

[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

Or at least in possession of a certain dry wit.

In any case, I'm a professional pastry chef, currently out in Los Angeles. I'd be happy to offer you some cookies of your choice as a welcoming gift. Free of charge.

[fires-smith.insanejournal.com]

I've been accused of having worse.

Free cookies? Well if I'm ever on the east coast I'll have to take you up on that.

[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

...West Coast, rather? But, no, don't worry about it. We can ship anywhere in the continental United States easily. Just tell me your favorite kind and an address for delivery, and we'll airmail you a dozen.

[fires-smith.insanejournal.com]

Uh yeah..just testing you there...so cookies, sounds like a plan.

[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

Just tell me what and where. I'll box them up for you personally.