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Violet's all moved out. She took the dog too. I'm dealing by spending the night with my nephew and his boyfriend. And my brother's dog, Hank. I love Hank. Hank lets you do anything to him. And by anything, I mean having him sit in your lap. I, in no way, mean putting a hat on him and taking amusing pictures.

The things we do when we're

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[twilightrobe]

When I was single, I cultivated talking pizza. Just saying...

Anyway, I'm really sorry to hear about you and Violet, dude. Break-ups are crappy.

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You...what?

They are. But I think this one was looming for a while.

[twilightrobe]

I lived with a couple of mates in a house that was known as The Pit. Pretty fitting, really. There was this pizza box in the corridor, and no one knows what was inside it. Some sort of mutant pizza, probably. Anyway, it made noises, and one time, I swear it said, "hello."

Looming... yeah. I know what you mean. I hate when they do that thing, but I guess it does at least give you a chance to... I dunno, be a bit prepared, or something.

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Holy crap!! Holy CRAP!

I had no idea then, but I can see now how it was.

[twilightrobe]

Dude, that's exactly what I said!

Yeah... hindsight, eh? Bugger of a thing. Why nowsight can't be twenty-twenty as well, I don't know.

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I really don't doubt it!

That would be a handy thing.