068 x 860 // voice // flesh collage

[dignity_misery]

It's better than love. Thank you for the gifts.

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voice; beelated?

[brobeforehos]

I don't think I'd call it that.

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[dignity_misery]

Yours was a gift for you.

[....Carla.... what.... are you implying....]

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[brobeforehos]

Not sure what that means.

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[dignity_misery]

That's fine.

[ It just means she didn't kill you. ]

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[brobeforehos]

[she's beginning to get a suspicion she avoided being eaten again...]

Uhm. Did you get...more commissions?

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[dignity_misery]

A few.

[ If you want to call them that. ]

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[brobeforehos]

Were they actual commissions?

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[dignity_misery]

[ Look, Mae, you don't want the answer to that question. ]

A few.

[ There'd been one other to give her permission before she put in the knife. ]

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[brobeforehos]

Okay.

[No. No, she does not, but she keeps asking every time, either way. And what's worse, there's-]

Don't get into trouble, Carla.

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[dignity_misery]

I'm always in trouble.

[ Her life is a big long string of trouble. ]

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[brobeforehos]

I'm sure that's supposed to sound cool, but it's just worrying.

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[dignity_misery]

You still worry.

[ Come now, Mae. You know she's a psychopath. ]

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[brobeforehos]

I don't know why.

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[dignity_misery]

It'll be fine, I'm having fun.

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[brobeforehos]

Living alone in the woods. With fire-breathing puppies. Giving people unconventional tattooes.

Carla, I think you might just be the prettiest monster under the bed I know.

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[dignity_misery]

Aren't you lucky.

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[brobeforehos]

I sure feel that way.