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[withoutsorrow]

Well, nothing kills my spirit for a holiday of love faster than . . . well, a killing. If I could write a groan, I would.

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[raptureblues]

I trust you know the word on all this murderin' business?

[withoutsorrow]

I know many words, ma'am.

[raptureblues]

What do you know about the preacher man called Hehseba-....mon, mun, something?

[withoutsorrow]

Sorry madame, who would that be?

[Letter-within-a-Letter]

Walk with me and we'll talk.

[agent_africa]

Ashoka...

I don't think I'd be very good company with what's going on right now.

But when it's resolved, I would like that.

[withoutsorrow]

Sheva. You don't have to be anything to be good company to me.

How are you?

[agent_africa]

Alright, I suppose. You?

[sign language]

[quietestheart]

I was having so much fun up until now, too. [He frowns.]

[sign language]

[withoutsorrow]

Some people can't stand to see anyone else having a good time, can they?

[dragon_savior]

One way or another, this has to stop.

[withoutsorrow]

Wouldn't that be nice?

No rampant murders to have to worry about . . .