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17th Hit.
Tch ( Read more... ) -
16th Hit.
Geeze, first that idiot leaves and doesn't even say a thing to me in his good-bye, then Orihime's never around, and now Tsubaki-chan?
... So, what happens if you're dead and you leave the City? I thought they couldn't do that. ... They're okay, right?
I ate the dinner, even though it sucked and tasted more like burn than food. I didn't even ( Read more... ) -
[ Voice Post ]
THISSSI RELLY GREAT, donno wihy pepple are alwasy sayign alco--alc--alhol's no good for you, s'GREAT!!!!
Iiiiich--gooo and i havin a good tiem really good, bin tbunch uf placis! FUNUFN!
fuckers keep kickin us out, los' count--wassit, 'go?
Three?
feel SO GOOD but no one's any good, suum punk bitch cal-eed 'go my boy so I broek hsi nose and tey ( Read more... ) -
15th Hit.
HEY, ICHIGO!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
You big idiot, you're seventeen. Sort of. This City doesn't really make it easy, but, rather than trying to figure it out, I'll just do it this way. So, should I get sentimental? I remember when we first met, all those years ago, at the dojo.
Nah, let's skip the sentiment. Here's your gift:
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14th Hit.
I've seen my mom do it enough, and sometimes I helped, so this should be a piece of cake!
Yeah, no problem.
I've finally found her!
I don't care if you don't think we should, Nanami. I know you could do with some fun, and I've been looking for you all day! I'll make somethng edible and then I'll be over. Just you wait ( Read more... ) -
13th Hit.
After waking up with a string of ears wrapped around my wrist, yesterday, you can bet I wasn't happy. Interesting curse, and the language was sort of fun, but the mob I could've done without. I'm not even IrishI think I'd been drinking, too, and smoking, which is a pain in the ass, because I had to work extra hard with a splitting headache, panting ( Read more... ) -
Filtered to the Irish Mob;
Nothing's Jake. Looks like she hit on all sixes and went for seven.
You'd all better scram before the bulls swarm. Boss was taken for a ride, fellas. Think it was mutual, lotta Sicilian blood all around. Those're the facts, plain and right, and I've got the proof.
Keep it quiet. You get asked and you don't know from nothing, hear me? So much as ( Read more... ) -
11th Hit.
Horsefeathers! After the bum’s rush last night at the joint a Jane like me gets to feeling like the whole world’s one big swig of coffin varnish.
I'm lookin' for a joint that's got it, a coupla harps'd do a doll swell. If she's lookin' spiffy, she's lookin' for a whoopee.
Don't be a pill; tell her where she'll find a nifty joint?
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10th Hit.
So, I have a few things to say.
We're forgetting that curse day ever happened, right? Stupid shit.
Hey, Cassian?
I told you I'd apologize if it turned out you had nothing to do with you-know-what. Well, it looks like I was wrong. Sorry. I'll hand out a few more of those cards if you're still doing that courier service. These?
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