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[gimmethemap]

I can't do this anymore.

(ooc: This is all that Morgan managed to write after sitting in front of her journal, fuming, for about half an hour. She started to write more, but it just didn't make it onto the page.)

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It would probably just LEAVE ME too

[gimmethemap]

It's not helping.

[gimmethemap]

That's your solution for everything.

Private

[thatlibbychick]

Morgan, talk to me. Please. You know the saying "never go to bed angry?"

Private

[gimmethemap]

Just. Go.

Private

[thatlibbychick]

We'll see each other again, Morgan. I'm not leaving for good.

Private

[gimmethemap]

Then get going already.

[nuclear_ted]

Hey, uh... are you ok--well, obviously you're not, so I won't ask that.

Anything I can do to help?

[gimmethemap]

Who the Hell are you?

[nuclear_ted]

My name's Ted. And you?

[gimmethemap]

Morgan. And I'm not in the mood to play welcome wagon right now, Ted.

This is West for "sympathy"

[major_west]

You're better than this.

Considering what she did to him the last time he was sympathetic over journals? Nobody blames him.

[gimmethemap]

Am I?

Yeahhhh

[major_west]

I should hope.

[gimmethemap]

Maybe I've just got you fooled.

Al gets to express my favorite Al sentiment, here.

[givesomeback]

Strange fuckin' thing indeed, to read such talk from one I'd taken for granted had more backbone to them than this.

[gimmethemap]

Go fuck yourself, Swearengen.

[givesomeback]

There's one wound you've done to me, Captain Adams. Should I curl up and cease on account of it? Or should I wait for the next sufferance that befalls me? How many slings and arrows must strike home for procession to become impossible?

I notice that despite your apparent fucking surrender, you still find the means by which to argue.

[gimmethemap]

Because on average it's easier to be angry than in mourning. And I never surrendered to you, now did I?