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[Jan. 20th, 2010|09:39 am] |
BLOODY FUCKING TECTONIC PLATES! STAY STILL! WE'RE TRYING TO BE REASONABLY AGILE FOR BEING DEAD, HERE!
To hell with it. I'll be next door, helping the relief effort. Our house was shaken up pretty badly as well, but we're on the far end of Tortuga. Boys (and lady), Sorry to say, but your summer home's been destroyed.
Edit: Son, I'm certain your sticky notes collection is sky high right now, but once you've a moment, I'd rather like your help in this. |
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[Jan. 20th, 2010|04:23 pm] |
Ares. Now that he can't read it, come talk to me. |
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[Jan. 20th, 2010|08:09 pm] |
Weird dreams, lately. Who's with me now?
Yeah. So. Kind of reminds a guy how lonely he is. |
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[Jan. 20th, 2010|09:47 pm] |
( Sam ) |
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