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“What happened to staying clean for me?!” “I’m supposed to believe this is you being sober? I’m not buying it.” “How many glasses have you had?!” “If you want to keep smoking, you’ll have to go outside.” “You told me you’d stop…” “You promised I wouldn’t find you like this again!” “Wanna shoot up?” “Have you been drinking? It’s not even noon!” “Let me smell your breath.” “What have you used this time?” “I see you’re still wasting away your days.” “How much did you take? Can you still hear me?!” “Are you trying to kill yourself?!” “I thought that place was going to make you better…” “You know if you go on like this, I’ll have to send you back to rehab. Is that what you want?” “Can you remember when we didn’t need this yet?” “Is the heroin really more important to you than I am?!” “Are you sure this stuff is safe?” “Right, that’s it, you’re going cold turkey.” “No, sit down! You’re having a bad trip. Let me help you.” “Have you any idea how much it hurts me to see you like this?!”

i’m sure everyone has guessed from the fact i’m not active on my blogs, but i’m going to be on an indefinite hiatus/semi hiatus for school. i might come to check up periodically but don’t expect anything from me. sorry.

Well, she couldn’t just leave him there. Biting her bottom lip, she cleared her throat and said, “Hey, is there, uh, any way I could make up for that scare?”

“you could say sorry,” he quipped, raising his eyebrows. he wasn’t so impressed with her gun wielding self. all those americans; too gun happy for their own good. “perhaps the assurance that you won’t go pulling a loaded weapon out on other people.”

“You’re nasty.” It wasn’t an insult, but it wasn’t much of a compliment either. Lena snorted, rolling her eyes at the next question. “No, it’s not strange. I’m going to cut straight to the point: You’re a perfectly normal person, right?”

         he shrugged and shook his arm out, feeling twitchy. “ as normal as you can get, being a blind guy in a tech job. life’s difficult, mate. ” when would she let him go?

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     You might think that’d be enough to make her back off and turn into a docile, polite student. That might work with anyone else, but not Will — no, she just smiles, puts down her book, and sharpens her fangs. “Well, Professor, I think you should know my money PAID for half this library. I’ll read the book I want to read, since I paid for it. Now, if you’ll excuse me —”.

           he leant in, getting real close to her face and smirking. ' oh, honey. do you not know who i am? ’ it was almost laughable, if it wasn’t so embarrassing for her. what a faux pas. ‘ you might have paid for half this library, but in the early 1900s i established this whole university. anything you can do, i can do better. ’ 

       “ now i’m on the SPOT, i don’t know! um, magic ‘n shit? generally? or the advantages of keynesian economics. ” he laughed, more nervously than from any sort of joke.

❛    I must admit, I do like you better with the sunglasses on.    ❜

       “ i’m hurt, babe. hashtag sick burn. i guess you’re not  ( s t r o n g )  enough to handle the TRUE SWAG of danny lacey. ” 

are you a good witch? or a bad witch?