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[dignity_misery]

[This is not a post from a cursed woman. Lacking clothes she may be, the line of her body outlined by a thin sheet, but the faint flush to her skin, the disarray of her hair, and the softness of her eyes can be attributed to nothing beyond satisfaction. Natural sexy.

All day she's been harassed by you ridiculous damn sexy people though, and she only has one thing to say about it,]

You are all trying too hard.

[That's all. Carry on, children.]

Comments

[synanthrope]

This curse is interesting.

[dignity_misery]

Too much sand?

[synanthrope]

That is becoming a problem.

[dignity_misery]

Yeah, it is.

[The north-east side of their apartment was being filled steadily, and the sand is starting to lay claim to their running water. The kitchen sink as been impossible to empty since yesterday.]

[synanthrope]

It gets in the motors.

[dignity_misery]

Your grease monkeys can't keep on top of that?

[She only asks because Blonde can hear her.]

[synanthrope]

We're managing.

[dignity_misery]

For how much longer?

[synanthrope]

Not much longer.

[dignity_misery]

I can't grieve for your cars.

[If the whole city was drowning in sand, they would be some of the least problematic losses.]

[synanthrope]

Why not? They're so much better than people.

[dignity_misery]

I guess I don't have much of a relationship with them.