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If I listened to what other people had to say on the subject, I should probably be out smelling flowers. Something maudlin like that. Maybe finishing up a list of things I always wanted to do before I bought the farm.

I'm not.

For one thing, I've lived a hell of a long time. Most of the things people put on those lists I've done. What would I put

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"Avon callin'," Rogue said brightly, readjusting her grip on the woven plastic bag she'd stuffed with various things before trekking out to Wolverine's place.

She hadn't seen him in days. Or at least, she was ninety percent sure she hadn't, so she'd made a point of telling Spike and Starbuck and Ned where she'd be getting off to, and off she'd gone.

[exweapon]

I manage to sit up, at least. I consider going over and opening the door, but she's a big girl, she can work a door handle.

"It's open," I say. "I don't know what was in that last pot you gave me, but my complexion's gone all to hell."

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Rogue pushed the door open and started in, already smiling. Not a single muscle ticked out of place when she actually saw him, for which she was simultaneously proud and grateful.

"Nothin' a li'l Souther hospitality won't fix," she said, pushing the door closed behind her with her foot before crossing the room. She sat next to him, setting the bag between her foot, then reclined back on one hand and looked him over.

"'sides, you look pretty good, t'me."

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I cough, only partly for effect.

"'course I do, compared to the people you hang around with," I say.

Although come to think of it, if I lose any more weight I might end up as skinny as that boyfriend of hers.