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Looks fuck near certain that I'm out of here on Friday, enough that I told El, which is good. I'll still be laying around a lot, not like I'll have anything else to do since I can't start another fucking bar until I can reliably walk and talk and do shit without falling over or something.
I don't fucking know.
At least now it might be over. They fucked us up, they made us scared, they scared the fuck out of Amelia, they did what they came to do, even if we didn't die. I don't think that they won't kill us later, but the point is made for now.
Good on Alex. Carpe fucking diem, that's what I say.
I could deal with having a third kid.
Fuck I miss them.
Going home within the fucking week or something like that. Anyone wants to fawn at my fucking hospital bedside and send me flowers, this is your last fucking chance.
Thanks to everyone who helped and all that shit.
Basil, haven't had a real chance to send owl post or flowers or shit, but congratulations on the kid and I hope this doesn't mean you won't come work for me at my next business venture.