✖ twenty-sixth trauma//homesickness - Video ✖

[notlikethemovie]

[She's slumped against the wall of her apartment, looking drained and listless. Between her legs is an opened present, but Mika doesn't seem to be happy at all for its contents.

A few rolls of tape did not make up for being dragged screaming out of her own house and thrown through a doorway, after all.]

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[whiskeykillshot]

You got dragged back here again too, huh?

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[notlikethemovie]

Yeah, I did.

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[whiskeykillshot]

Well... when you get the time, drop by my apartment. I have something for you.

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[notlikethemovie]

Okay.

...I didn't get a chance to get you anything.

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[whiskeykillshot]

Don't worry about it. To be honest, I don't need anything anyway.

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[notlikethemovie]

I still feel bad, though.

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[whiskeykillshot]

Don't. Seriously.

I live in the middle of nowhere and shoot things for a living. What more could I ask for?

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[notlikethemovie]

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Yeah, I've got nothing.

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[whiskeykillshot]

Point made.

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[notlikethemovie]

I had fun while it lasted.

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[whiskeykillshot]

It was fun up until the coal and note.

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[notlikethemovie]

You got coal?

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[whiskeykillshot]

And a note, yeah. I think the ghosts are purposely trying to get me to commit arson.

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[notlikethemovie]

Why? What'd it say?

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[whiskeykillshot]

Typical empty threats. Not that it'll do them much good.

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[notlikethemovie]

I wouldn't be so sure.