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[ofmyderriere]

So I guess evidence points to this...not being some kind of weird psychotic break. I don't know how I feel about it! But moving on: I have my own address now! So if anyone...wants that, uh, it exists. I don't know. It's crazy, you know, like not long ago ago I was in Cara's spare room and she was like SWEETIE DO I NEED AN OLD PRIEST AND A YOUNG

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[morethanasuit]

Do you need to confess?

[ofmyderriere]

You know that scene in that movie where the girl goes into confession and she comes out and the priest is crossing himself and somebody's like HE DROPPED THE BIBLE. TWICE. ?

I don't do confession, really.

[morethanasuit]

That's alright, I don't either. If God has a problem with something, I'm sure He has my contact information.

Besides, I get enough lip from gods that I don't want to deal with anymore.

[ofmyderriere]

He'll call your people. Y'all can do lunch.

[unhexed]

Well, you already know I'm not a serial killer.

[ofmyderriere]

You are great.

[unhexed]

I am greatly wondering, then, if you want company this evening. Since we're neighbors.

[ofmyderriere]

I would love company this evening. I need to get to know this kitchen. You should help! Y/Y?

[westcoastrc]

Haven't run into a priest yet, but you never know.

Um, I know that not everyone's nice around here, but then again...who knows.
Maybe we're nice for the most part because we know we're all stuck here and we can't exactly get away from each other. Hell, we can't even KILL each other.

[ofmyderriere]

Looks like there's at least one.

From what I hear it's the 'staying dead' part of the equation this place has trouble with. Which, wtf.

[westcoastrc]

Yeah, I hear that.

I mean, I haven't had the misfortune yet...but with some of the people around here...you never know.