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[there's a frazzled shapeshifter on your screens today, imPorts. He rubs a hand against his mouth and the scruff of his chin awkwardly, like he's going to make an effort to collect his thoughts - then promptly throws that plan out the window.]

Hey, uh. Sorta a specific question, but has anyone ever... lost track of a day and shown up at the Porter? With somethin' changed? Is that just - somethin' that happens on top of all the other weird shit this place does to a person?

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Well, each individual is complex in their own right -- experiences construct our identities, alongside our self-perception and how we socially engage with each other. Therefore our contemporary personalities are forged by multiple forces interacting simutaneously. That being said, and keeping Mr. Merlotte's privacy in mind, I find it unlikely that his stability would regress quickly... Unless someone from his personal world, to include his recent past, imPorted into this one.

Which is, we all must admit, not entirely impossible.

But you said it yourself. Each individual is complex. Whatever went into making him like that was this - huge, complex snarl of things, events all throughout his life. Nothing's going to replicate that.

True that nothing will replicate it -- to imply an exact copy. Sam Mickens was a different man. But like I said, he has to potential to become something like Mickens.

Luckily, I am here to better insulate him against whatever environmental triggers might make that similarity more apparent.

Sam's really good, though. He's really sweet.

[A beat. A long beat, as if he's realized there's another variable at play, another reason for Kitty's insistence that Sam is sweet and good.]

Are you... And he...?

Are we...?

[ She blinks, puzzled - and then gets it, and snorts. ]

Oh, God, no. Why would you ask that?

You just seem so...

His type.

[ God, if only. Have you seen that butt on him? And that stubble? And those shoulders? Torture. Pure torture. ]

Do I? And how d'you know what his type is?

For all intents and purposes, I am his psychiatrist.

Yeah? Well, then, all I've got to say to that is that he's clearly got impeccable taste. And I definitely wouldn't say no.

I am not facilitating this. You know he's listening -- I'm not matchmaking this.

[ With a laugh - ]

Obviously I do! What, you think I'd just gossip to you? You're not very good to gossip to, you know.

Now tell that to my detractors and I'll be pleased.

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We gettin' concerned with privacy, now?

[hey there, guys, Sam can't help but find this conversation rude as hell.]

I am not the one interrogating me.

Well, only one of you seems to think they've got answers to give.

[also sure wish Chilton wouldn't mention that whole assault thing so loudly.

Or anything about him. At all. Ever.]

If that were true, why was she still asking me questions?

-- And if you two have a thing going on, be sure not to tell me.

[That is REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY, TELL HIM NOW!!]

Well I think she started 'cause she thought you were bein' a dick to me. Which would make her right.

[and that throws him off for a moment - enough that Sam switches to private.]

No, it's - our counterparts sorta ran into each other. Durin' that whole thing. But nothin' really happened. [just hot make-outs against a wall. Try not to get too jealous, Chilton.]

You know I do not believe you. [So juicy!] "Nothing really happened" -- I'm sure. Is this why she is invested in differentiating you from Mickens? Because it is reading like denial.

We're friends, and Mickens was a terrible, violent fuck. I'm not. So yeah, I think she'd like to make the distinction clear. You're the only person seems interested in doin' the opposite.

Which is a conversation we've had about fifty times now, and I'd like to not get into it again. She's just lookin' out for me.

I think she's looking at you, too.

Could be. Nothin' wrong with that.

Do you just collect people? To seduce?

[uh.]

That's a little too far out of left-field - might need an explanation for that one. I haven't been seducin' anyone.

Oh please. As if you can't sense the pheromones.

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