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[theworldofvain]

These days, letters will get you nowhere. My hand is numb, my brain has frozen over. I've run out of words, and my mother still won't talk to me and my father's still on the loose and my sister's three months pregnant and telling me everything's okay and it's not right at all. We talked for two minutes through the fire and she said, 'Don't worry,

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[bloodserpent]

Ah, precious alcohol. Cause of, and solution to, all of life's problems. So drink up.

We may even end up blowing up the Ministry.

[theworldofvain]

I'm rather...woozy. But that sounds wonderful, anyhow.