"No, he's probably with his dealer." Wrath shrugged and she went to flick on the coffee machine since she had set everything up earlier. "Saint Gin- Patrick. He texted me today all 'blah I want pain' or some shit," she said as she pointed at her phone on the coffee table. "So I said it might make him feel better but it wouldn't make you feel better. Right? Is that right?"
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Date: 2012-09-27 08:01 pm (UTC)