[It had been over a month since he'd gotten the envelope in the mail. He'd still not read it--it was addressed to him in familiar typeface, the return address reading only 'The Mayor'. Once in a while he'd take a look at it, only to put it back in the drawer with the white scrubs he'd received the last time. What would reading the letter inside ( Read more... )

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[Gabriel is sitting on his front porch. He has a glass of ice water in one hand, and his shirt in the other. His chest, arms and hands are covered in various sorts of old scars, electrical and fire burns, surgical, old wounds. He's also sweating ( Read more... )

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[Gabriel simply gapes at the television. And would like some wine. Right now.]

That was enlightening.

[And that was sarcasm.]

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