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C’mon, Tally. Don’t You Want Your Clothes, Your Keys? Oh Wait, How About Some Dignity? (kyrian)

C’mon, Friend. It’s Two On One. You Sure Don’t Look Like You’re Up To Those Odds. (stranger) You Can’t Be Talking To Me. I Don’t Have Prokas For Friends. And I Assure You I Could Gut You Both Before Your Stench Had Time To Catch Up To Your Fall. (syn)

How Can This Be Your Car? (nick) Well, I Wrote A Really Big Check That Didn’t Bounce To The Dealer And Then The Most Amazing Thing Happened…the Salesman Gave Me The Keys And Let Me Take It Home. It Was Like Magic. (acheron)

Yeah, Well, I Guess I Feel Like All Of Us Misfits Need To Hang Together. At Least That Way We Don't Swing Along. (tabitha)

Why Are You Doing This? (rafael) Because Life’s Too Short To Spend It Fighting When You Could Be Holding The One You Love. And Love’s Too Rare To Squander It With Petty Concerns. I’m Lucky I Have Chloe And I Have No Intention Of Letting A War I Didn’t Start Rob Me Of One Second Of My Time With Her. Go In Peace, Dark-hunter. (apollite)