FML

[firstcapital]

He sighs while weighting himself, sure his shirts have gotten a bit smaller; just means he is in need of new ones. I mean come on, winter is almost over and Philly is sure that he just packed on some extra pounds, that's all. He chuckles a bit while looking at the newspaper he left on his nightstand. He remembers word from word what he read, and he

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[brownthrush]

Natasha jobs past him. Backs up and jobs in place. "What's wrong baibe? You look like someone done shot ya cat!"

[firstcapital]

I feel like I'm getting gypped or somethin'...I hate my mayor.

[brownthrush]

She stops jogging and starts stretching. "Why?"

[firstcapital]

I'm poor, hell the whole of my residents are poor. Putting a tax on something as simple as soda won't do any of us any good.
Wish I was home to tell Nutter that in person.

[devilwentdownto]

Josh? 're-'re ya alrigh'?

[firstcapital]

[Kicking the scale under his bed, Josh scratches at his hair. A lazy smile on his face, he chuckles softly.]

Naw, nothin's wrong with me, I'm fine.

[devilwentdownto]

Ya jus' seemed a... a lil' upset.

[firstcapital]

Not really...I mean besides my knucklehead of a mayor; I'm just...fine...I guess?

[mayor4life]

I'll just leave this here.