oo2. [voice] my intentions never change;

[usedinvain]

[Silence for a moment, quickly followed by that bell that accompanies the corner shop door and a general ambience of traffic. Tartarus' tone is characteristically cheerful, as though he's relaying a story to an old friend. Who's to say he isn't?]Man walks in the corner shop, asks for cigarettes 'n a lighter. Not an unusual request. Doesn't look

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[mothersmemory]

What is a "hick"?

[usedinvain]

Still don't know, still don't care.

You, however, are a different matter.

[mothersmemory]

Oh, er, why is that?

[usedinvain]

Anything that easy on the eyes couldn't be as boring.

[mothersmemory]

Um, thank you?

[usedinvain]

You're very welcome.

[mothersmemory]

...

Do you think he'll be-- I suppose you don't care whether he'll be alright or not, do you?

[usedinvain]

You listened to the end of that post, right?

[mothersmemory]

Oh, er, yes, sorry.

[usedinvain]

Y'know what? You take things too seriously.

[mothersmemory]

Um, I know. It's a bad habit of mine.

[usedinvain]

So stop it.

[usedinvain]

Well, damn.

[usedinvain]

Can't say I know much about trailer parks or hog farms, but that boy deserved that bottle of whiskey.