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[And out on the grounds is one pseudo-archangel. Not really doing much, other than leaning against a tree and flipping through the journal with a piece of licorice dangling out of his mouth. Yeah, real paragon of angelic, this one. He's half-annoyed, because dear God, another month gone, another month stuck in this place. Fuck. His. Life.]
So, gang. Unless it's a leap year this time around, tomorrow starts a whole new month of running for our lives, trying to get by, dealing with cabin fever through blood and pain... All that Hallmark stuff.
Raise your hand if you're excited. Don't everyone jump up at once or anything.
So, gang. Unless it's a leap year this time around, tomorrow starts a whole new month of running for our lives, trying to get by, dealing with cabin fever through blood and pain... All that Hallmark stuff.
Raise your hand if you're excited. Don't everyone jump up at once or anything.