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[Sound of something metal being tossed on a table, probably his gun, Followed by a thump, probably his head against the wall]
Damnit, he couldn't even leave happy.
You can't win them all, Train.
No, but that doesn't mean I can't feel lousy the spare times I fail.
[Locked to Miria]
Sorry...about what I did there...
I didn't mean to...get him even more upset.
Damnit, he couldn't even leave happy.
You can't win them all, Train.
No, but that doesn't mean I can't feel lousy the spare times I fail.
[Locked to Miria]
Sorry...about what I did there...
I didn't mean to...get him even more upset.
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From:[Locked] Fanbeemon answering for Miria
Date: 2009-10-02 11:43 pm (UTC)Miria is in bed, having cried herself to sleep. She was acting as if one of her friends had just been stabbed through the heart.
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