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[Dec. 10th, 2010|09:59 am] |
I am never fucking leaving this house again. It's not my fault you shot him. No but it is your fault for talking to him. Don't play dumb with me, you would have given the whole thing away if you'd had the time. He deserves to know. We're not saying a goddamn word, end of discussion. Fine. I'll just wait for you to take off again and then tell him myself
Mexico's looking better and better these days. The beach is nice, the locals are always entertaining and there's never a shortage on tequila. What's not to love? A girl could get used to this. Fuck me. |
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[Nov. 17th, 2010|10:34 pm] |
Well, shit. I sure picked a hell of a time to come back. Guess we're all by our lonesomes now. How ironic. Maybe this is the fates finally stepping in and telling us we all need to quit this bullshit and get along? Unlikely. A girl can dream.
Say, anyone out there know a thing or two about cars? |
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