Sep 06, 2009 22:05
I wish so much that I could help Joe. It hurts a lot that I can't.
Seems to me, there's a lot of people I can't help, lately. I'm not used to feeling that way. It's kind of icky. So I am letting Miss Mara teach me how to make cookies.
It's something.
mara is my goddess,
family,
my poor joe,
sadness
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There's cookie dough in the kitchen. Do you want some? I could feed it to you in a provocative way, while still remaining proper because your little sister is present!
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Ah, a game, a very good game! I like it. We're angels, really!
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We're so angels. Well one of us is!
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But you always help me.
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And for that. You always help me too.
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