Jimmy Darmody (
trenchknives) wrote in
poly_chromatic2013-10-16 06:39 pm
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[Jimmy hasn't been around much in the last couple of days. There's a good reason for that, a damn good one, and he's about to make it known. He looks tired, worn down, maybe even a little sick as he turns the communicator towards himself to begin recording.]
I died.
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I died, 'n I don't know what to think about it. I don't know whether I could've done anythin' to stop it. I don't know why the hell I had to come back to life.
[He rests his chin on his hand, sighing.]
All I know is I could sure use someone to talk to right about now. Or drink with. I ain't picky.
I died.
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I died, 'n I don't know what to think about it. I don't know whether I could've done anythin' to stop it. I don't know why the hell I had to come back to life.
[He rests his chin on his hand, sighing.]
All I know is I could sure use someone to talk to right about now. Or drink with. I ain't picky.

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Like when I was happy?
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[He laughs.]
So overjoyed about makin' cupcakes.
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It's better than crying over cupcakes, right? And you got sweets out of it.
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