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Apr 07, 2010 17:50

This is not the afterlife I expected. Certainly there should be more than my achingly familiar room and a long, empty corridor outside. Where are the mountains, the trees ( Read more... )

miss rose is not amused, working it out, taunt the pagan

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preachyrose April 7 2010, 23:36:21 UTC
And how do you know what my afterlife would have been?

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preachyrose April 7 2010, 23:40:15 UTC
After May Day. Before the summer harvest.

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preachyrose April 7 2010, 23:46:29 UTC
My murder? Murder. Who

If I truly am...dead...

The apples will flourish, Sergeant Howie.

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preachyrose April 7 2010, 23:54:51 UTC
I committed no murder. Of course murder will do nothing for apples.

Sacrifice, however, will bring them back.

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preachyrose April 8 2010, 00:02:42 UTC
Murder is murder. Of course you are right on that point.

The bigger point is- why are you here?

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