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The pain never ends, not ever.
He sent the text message, nothing more than a URL about new drugs against AIDS. That was it ( Read more... ) -
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Well that was a damn good kick in the teeth.
Message received loud and clear.
fuck it. I should just go out and play withthe bigots or some crap.
Sorry. Won't do it again. Not ever. -
Fuck this shit with whatevers and text
He didn't even respond to the last text message. Instead, wearing sweatpants and no shirt and his hair still wet from a shower, Warren pinpoints to where Jean-Paul is.
"Whatever,' he demands to know, wether Jean-Paul is in the room or not. -
Maybe they're just the ones that have to pay for it
It was stupid but he couldn't handle it. He couldn't handle the pain anymore. Not the sharp pain of his ribs from where he'd hit the wall until it had cut his knuckles. But it was the rest of the pain that he couldn't handle ( Read more... ) -
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I'm really fucking scared. -
And in the end, there is not a bright light but merely darkness
It was just supposed to be a gig. Warren had stopped taking the out of town gigs but had agreed to this one for one reason and one reason only. It was at a mutant bar, in a mutant city at war and he could pass for a mutant ( Read more... ) -
It wasn't as if it was anything new [Jean-Paul]
He'd done it again. Of that Warren was positive. He'd said something, done something, that had set Jean-Paul off. He wasn't mad, at least, but it did seem as if he was disappointed in him.
Curling up on the bed after shoving aside the monster that was Snuffles, he tried not to think about it, just hoping he did come by at some point.