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[byanyname]

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either leave a message (or set of muses) for one of my assholes, or request a message from one of them. choose messages from the classic source, from your own skull, or whatever you may please.

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[loyalless]

[ He didn't—

He certainly hadn't meant to...

As if he would offer her any such thing. As if she would deign to accept any such thing. As if he has any interest in seeing her now, or ever. Better to stay apart from her and every other rube in this so-quaint countryside. Better to keep his own company, and Wallace's, and no one else's.

And what was that about... Supposing that he's drunk? How dare she feign to know intimately his degrees of inebriation! As if she could measure his coherence from a mere line of a text. As if she's certain, so certain he's drunk off his damned ass every minute of the day.

Oh, wait, no, he'd. That's right he'd. Said he was... It doesn't matter. She's still rubbing his drinking in his face, ha ha so very clever, what novel ammunition she's chosen. ]

Ha ha.

Didn't mean to send it,

For my eyes only.

Please.