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There's no place like home.
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Oh hello, crying on behalf of fictional people in my head. I'd forgotten what that was like.
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Paper shoes and sweat pants are two of the most despicable creations known to man and he understands a little of why Martin has stripped at the dinner table. Why he is currently screaming and writhing in the floor smearing himself with mashed potatoes? Not so much...
Elliot's spoon hovers in mid air, a sour look on his face. It's distasteful.
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Friday nights at the club were always busy and tonight was no different. Damon squeezed past the crowd at the bar and made his way toward the slightly less crowded showroom where a scene was already in progress.
A tall, slender woman in a purple and black pvc catsuit was flogging a shorter, sandy haired man in tight leather pants and blackout ( Read more... ) -
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The break from school has been nice. I've caught up on sleep (hence why I'm awake at 6am on an off day) and got a lot of reading done. I'm starting to feel like myself again. Of course, the holidays are in full swing at my grandparents house. Honestly, I've avoided a lot of it and that should be no surprise to anyone.
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"Elliot's phone buzzed in his pocket for the fourth time in ten minutes and he ducked into the bathroom to answer it after squinting at the screen. Private number ( Read more... ) -
Probably not something some people will want to read right now. Vega. Nu.
But I'll tell you anyway since I know you'll forgive me. Told from Marshall's pov at Paul's funeral.
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Yesterday was my first day of classes. It was nothing like I imagined. There was a lot less educated discussion and a lot more herding like sheep ( Read more... ) -
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Standing in the doorway, Elliot looks out into the yard and to the person coaxing him from the other side of the jamb. He shakes his head and tightens his fingers around the knob. "I can't..." -
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rumancek_gadjo"There just one thing I wanna know before I drop you off at the train station, and that's, are you fucking crazy?" Jude took his eyes off the road to glance over at Elliot in the passenger seat ( Read more... )