I'm really tired of hurting people. But I even do it in dreams so I'm basically fucked, or rather, you all are, and for that I apologize. Jasmin, I'm sorry to you for all the shit I did, and Alex I'm sorry to you that the thought of my infidelity even haunts your dreams. I can't make things right to either of you, but I'm trying. So if I say or do stupid things sometimes, I hope you both know how much you mean to me, and how little I actually want to hurt either of you. And I hope you, Jasmin, don't find this patronizing, it's not intended to be. And Alex, I hope you don't feel threatened by my feelings for Jasmin; you shouldn't. You both mean more to me than anyone else. So please don't sic your goons on me. I'd have to kill them, and it would just be a waste of some perfectly good goons. And if you think I can't kill your goons remember Jebediah is still at large. I envision a film-quality deus ex machina scene: I'm cornered, bleeding, and disarmed, the goons are closing in, and all of a sudden, the Indiana Jones theme plays and
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don't worry, i always have those types of dreams, it's not just you.
i'm sorry your knife is gone. at least if i sic my goons (and i only will if i have to, of course) you'll get him back. poor jebidiah. he's probably bored out of his blade, cutting yarn all day.
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you know, i feel like that pretty often... the "gee, i need an army of goons" feeling. maybe for christmas i'll ask everyone to get me one goon.
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i'm sorry your knife is gone. at least if i sic my goons (and i only will if i have to, of course) you'll get him back. poor jebidiah. he's probably bored out of his blade, cutting yarn all day.
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