[Relief. Slugger had no idea how tense he was until just now. He presses onward through the snow, passing Josephine on his way toward "home".]
...If she's dead, she'll be alive tomorrow. Like always.
[Not that he gives a shit what your deal is. Learn to chill, Mr. Big Bad Genius. The more chill you are, the less you feel. It works that way for extremities, at least.]
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Date: 2010-12-26 03:11 am (UTC)...If she's dead, she'll be alive tomorrow. Like always.
[Not that he gives a shit what your deal is. Learn to chill, Mr. Big Bad Genius. The more chill you are, the less you feel. It works that way for extremities, at least.]