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Has Anyone Ever Won An Argument With You? (syd) Just Tee, And I Was Drunk And Wounded At The Time. (joe)

Hi, Mom. (devyn) It’s The Other Parental Unit. Not As Pretty Or As Fierce As Your Mother, But Loving Nonetheless. (syn)

I’ve Been Around A Lot Of Wraiths, And He Doesn’t Feel Like That Either, Though. It’s A Strange Sensation. Like Human Wrapped In Evil.” – Caleb “oh, Great. Our Coach Is A Pig-in-the-blanket For Satan.” – Nick

If You Want To Know The Correct Term For Me, I'm A Dark-hunter." Nick Digested That Word Slowly. "which Means What? You Hunt Darkness?" "yes, Nick. That's Exactly What I Do. There's Just Not Enough Of It." Now, There Was Some Sarcasm You Could Cut With A Knife.

Writers. For Some Reason, A Lot Of You Reject What You Hear And See In Your Heads. If You Go Too Long Ignoring It, It Builds Up And Then You Do All Sorts Of Weird Things. Mumble To Yourself. Nightmares. Day-dreams. Total Anarchy And Chaos. Before You Know It, The Writer Is Either Sitting In Corner Feverishly Humming To His- Or Herself Or On Prozac. You’re Not On Prozac, Are You? (esther)