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"Who told you that?"
"Nuthin, just something that I heard."

First spit threw her teeth, the glow from her eyes more focused than dimmed as they narrowed to bare slits.

"Next thing you'll tell me the sky will have fallen, or the trees taken up armns against us!"
"Anything is possible. I don't even discount the air I breathe as possibly conniving a plot against me."
"How did you ever make it this long without losing all ability to cognate, anyway?"

His reply was a smirk, and a nod to the backs of his hands. Small scars decorated the skin almost cheerfully, marching up to lay concealed in the thick hair of his arms.

"Some days it's not about thinking straight. Some days, it's not about thinking at all."

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Incidentally, Shao Lin will henceforth be known as "Shao Pee" in reflection of last night's incident with the lower half of my futon, sheet, and comforter right as I was falling asleep.

Revel snapped some digital pics of The Shao along with Orca and Caprice when he and Spacebabie visited last week. Maybe someday I'll get my computer fixed and be able to post them.

"Half-Caste" makes The Blaire Witch Project look like it's Res Dogs; Don't ever watch it, even if it comes on TV. (Which it won't.) A free kick to the head is still a kick to the head.

I beat a game of 4-suite spider solitaire yesterday afternoon, after Aaron told me it was simply impossible to do so.

I still don't feel well.