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(What's this? Happy Dracboys? Amazing!)
Typist: So, here we are. The poor Dracboys missed the Deadline O' Happy, but they need some non-emo time, and this is it. Because backdated entries mean I can cheat. Seriously.
I get the feeling things are going to get better. I don't know how, but then, you never do know ahead of time, do you? Anyway, I know I've been a little gloomy lately, but ( Read more... ) -
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*is looking disheveled and bewildered and more than a little angry, with a set of fresh bite marks on his neck*
That was painful.
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I'm sorry, Lucy. I'm so, so sorry. Will you . . . can we talk? I mean . . . okay, I'll get it, if you'd rather avoid me like the plague or something, but . . . please? -
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It's the strangest thing. The strangest, damnedest thing. I think maybe it's the idea of a lady-- any lady-- in trouble that does it, but I can't not want to help. I can't have someone hanging onto me telling me her own son wants her dead, and not want it to be better, and-- it just seems right, to do what you can, doesn't it? But it seems like it ( Read more... ) -
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Well.
That was . . . different.
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Maybe I should just stop going out in the dark. Really. It might go over better for me. -
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I remember now.
. . . I wish I didn't.
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I woke up this morning on a couch in the mansion, and I can't remember a thing about last night. All I know is there are fresh bite marks on me, and I don't like the look of that.
