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[onefellswoop]

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Trust you me, I know the inherent irony in what I'm about to say:

Vitaly talks too much.

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Thank you for the messages. And [...] the rest.

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Fucking Darius, throwing a tantrum because I won't let him make some grand announcement that Darcy-fucking-Scarlett is my father.

Like as not, he doesn't know what's on just now; who can say when he was ever sober enough to commit it to memory before. I don't like being at odds with him, but I truly am at my wits' fucking end.

Not with him, really.

It's a heap.

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He didn't need to fling himself atop it, little shit.

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You know what they'll say of her, Deforest leading the choir of them at the top of his rancid lungs. More decent than anyone, her, and diametrically opposed in character, him, but she'll be lambasted. Privileges of being a woman, and poor, and having the nerve to be born to a black mother, herself.

It isn't that she'd care, herself. She was masterful at not giving two shits about that talk.

Me, though.

There's already a queue of people circling the block twice who'd like to see Deforest torn into tiny petulant pieces. One word out of him and I'm apt to give them all a reason to celebrate.