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<p>Created page with &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 40px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;TIS05&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; __TOC__ &lt;h1&gt;Summary of Receipt&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 20px&quot;&gt;Summary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;h1&gt;Transcript&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;span&gt;DINER RECEIPT&lt;br&gt; RECEIPT NUMBER: TIS05&lt;br&gt; RECEIPT DATE: 12 21 1988&lt;br&gt; MANAGER TITLE: #64&lt;br&gt; RECEIPT NOTES:&lt;br&gt; Despite my misgivings, it was nice to have one last gathering. I’m not being fatalistic, for what it’s worth. I don’t know if #8 will defy the odds or not. I hope he do...&quot;</p> <p><b>New page</b></p><div>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 40px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;TIS05&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> __TOC__<br /> &lt;h1&gt;Summary of Receipt&lt;/h1&gt;<br /> &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 20px&quot;&gt;Summary&lt;/span&gt;<br /> &lt;h1&gt;Transcript&lt;/h1&gt;<br /> &lt;span&gt;DINER RECEIPT&lt;br&gt;<br /> RECEIPT NUMBER: TIS05&lt;br&gt;<br /> RECEIPT DATE: 12 21 1988&lt;br&gt;<br /> MANAGER TITLE: #64&lt;br&gt;<br /> RECEIPT NOTES:&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Despite my misgivings, it was nice to have one last gathering. I’m not being fatalistic, for what it’s worth. I don’t know if #8 will defy the odds or not. I hope he does. What I mean is… mon amour is returning home—or rather, returning to where she belongs. I’d like to think this is her home now, but… well…<br /> <br /> It doesn’t really matter, does it?<br /> <br /> Before sending her off, we exchanged gifts. For mon amour, I gave her a journal. If she can’t access the CaDComs, I hope this will at least give her a way to keep her thoughts. It’s not a glamorous gift, of course, but what could I possibly give someone as brilliant as her?<br /> <br /> For my most trusted associate, I gave him the keys to the Cafe. A symbolic gesture of trust, more than anything practical. And as a bonus, I’ll never have to be the one to lock up. And for #8… well, some things are best kept private.<br /> <br /> Mon amour, naturally, brought wonderful gifts for everyone—rare, expensive treasures that are hard to come by, especially in the States. My most trusted associate, ever thoughtful, gave us all books. I didn’t catch a good look at what the others received, but me? Ah, mon nouvel ami, he knows me. &lt;em&gt;The Complete Poems of François Villon,&lt;/em&gt; translated by John Heron Lepper. A truly thoughtful gift.<br /> <br /> …And then there were #8’s presents.<br /> <br /> Strange things, as expected. And, of course, he didn’t explain any of them—just offered his little knowing smile. To me, he gave a snow globe. Instead of a traditional winter scene, it’s a meticulous recreation of the Cafe’s exterior. For mon amour, he gifted a simple candle—mundane at first glance, though he seemed to think otherwise. And for my most trusted associate, #8 gave a single playing card. An Ace. That one, he did try to explain. “A wild card,” he said.&lt;/span&gt;</div>

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