But I'm at my outlaws, hanging out. It's pretty exciting. Funny things might be happening, but imagine a screed against the undead being discovered. There's already enough freeform paranoia floating around here. It would be taken as proof positive that we're all plotting against him.
C and I are hanging out with Gyozilla. We went to the comics shop and had the best ice cream in the entire world (honey lavender).
Also, aside from girls with Germanic ancestors, it seems C has a type. (I can't make the tilde work on this computer) The type is children of alcoholics! Lucky him.
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