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!em3oEn8LAg 05/25/10(Tue)00:05 No.10037433>Computer had mad viruses for a second, what the fuck >By a second i mean like forever
You let tendrils snake out of your arms, parting the folds of your torn wrist-flesh. You wonder if you'll ever have normal wrists after this is all over. At least they dont seem to get infected. Your small pseudopods settle on the sausage, slowly burning it away. "Oh, yessssss," Garfield hisses. "So," you say, watching Walters' reaction; he's seen you eat before, but he still seems slightly put off. "what's the deal? Am I just someone you work with, or is it something a little more? Honestly, you're the closest thing to an close thing that I can remember..."
Walters remains silent for several moments. "Listen...Helen..." he begins, sighing. His hand reaches out, as though to touch yours, but stops and retracts. "We don't know each other very well. Either of us could die any day. Now under normal logic, that means we could just shack up, whatever, consequence be damned. But you don't know the full extent of what's been done to you, probably no one does. And I have Samantha to think about."
>Sorry if that post sucks, I'm super frustrated by this computer shit. I apologize heartily if my writing suffers because of it, and for the time lost. |