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[sellseashelley]

Trisha's out. Finally. Nosy bitch never would have left this book alone if I'd kept it somewhere she could've seen it. Good thing we I never use that oven, even if it means I never get to see your beautiful handwritings. Long time, no write, yadda yadda

Comments

[claudiajane]

Golly, why would you want to put your journal in the oven?

[sellseashelley]

To hide it from a nosy girlfriend.

[magicbeaned]

oh thank god Good to see you're actually ALIVE, Shelley.

It'd probably smell bad. Leather in an oven. I don't think it'd do much harm, though.

[sellseashelley]

I don't feel alive. I feel like my beating heart's been ripped out of my chest.

No, not really. This was way too long coming.

The pages might get brittle or something.

Shelley

[magicbeaned]

Okay, it's my official duty as your friend to take your mind off of her.

Just tell me what you want to do and it's yours. I could bring Transformers over and we could order pizza and eat ice cream and watch giant robots.

Belinda

[sellseashelley]

I would say I'm fine, but I'm willing to play heart-broken it it means giant robots and junk food. Sounds great!

[fathergander]

Please try to avoid baking your Compendium.

[catlikesmile]

Could it possibly be flambéd?

[fathergander]

No.

Minus points for stupid.

[catlikesmile]

Jacob, you wound me.