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[mrs_maglor]

*wakes up early and has a productive morning of feeling like crap without the excuse of getting to drink the night before*

*skulks on the couch waiting for Curvo to return from whatever ditch he stumbled into*

*rather hopes he's not dead*

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[kurufinwe]

*shows up eventually and looks like something the cat dragged in*

Hi, honey. :D

[mrs_maglor]

*smiles weakly*

Wow. You do look more like shit than me.

[kurufinwe]

*hates to ask*

Not puking again, are you?

[mrs_maglor]

Oh yeah. Another gruesome morning of porcelain worship.

Hmm... reckon we can buy some kind of slave child to do our bidding till we feel less like crap?