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[ravencapt]

So, I had this uncle, a muggle. His name was James, but everyone called him Mick for reasons I was never allowed to know. He owned a bookstore that used to be on this great street corner with a bakery across the way, and he'd send me unusual books all the time, just because he could

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[fletchfinchley]

I'm so sorry.

[ravencapt]

The books are gone too.

What the hell is with the karma in this place lately? Everything keeps disappearing.

Ever read the book The Demolished Man? I'm starting to feel like him, except I've never murdered anyone.

Demolition has begun.

[ravencapt]

Also, thanks.

I'm endeavouring to not be a total arse, but my mood is a bit offish.

[fletchfinchley]

I don't think you were an arse at all, and it would be completely understandable even if you had been.

They got one of mine too, you know. Granted, he wasn't anything to me, compared to your uncle, but I think I have some idea of how you must feel.

It's so terrifying I can't even process it any longer.

[bootme]

You have my sympathies.

[ravencapt]

Thanks.

It's strange how little there is to say about these things.

[bootme]

Sometimes you just run out of words.

[ravencapt]

Words are usually something I never run out of.

Somewhat discomfiting.

Ran out of other things, too. Very disappointing day, all in all.

[seventhdaughter]

I'm sorry.

[ravencapt]

Me too.

There should be better words, don't you think?

[seventhdaughter]

There really should. It isn't quite enough sometimes, and others it's just not accurate.

Do you need anything?

[ravencapt]

Today? A headache potion. Probably not a good idea to go to the infirmary for this one.

[swanchang]

Terribly sorry.

Really.

[ravencapt]

Thanks.

Surely.