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[flipsnshit.insanejournal.com]

Who: Fuck if I know
Where: Ophiuchus dorms
When: Day 130, morning
What: Little kid digging through the cutlery drawer


Maaaaan, these all look like they're for total bitches. Where the hell's the good stuff?

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[winningly.insanejournal.com]

You don't remember being here, none of us seem to remember you, so welcome to the bosses's handpicked team.

[flipsnshit.insanejournal.com]

. . .

[winningly.insanejournal.com]

[and while you're in the dotting stage, I think I'll get me some of the coffee.]

[flipsnshit.insanejournal.com]

[everyone here sucks >:|]

[winningly.insanejournal.com]

[we try not to get too attached before the second week stage. it's kind of pointless.]

Look, you see the binder in your room? S'from the bosses. Has the rules in it, some other stuff that you can read or not.

[flipsnshit.insanejournal.com]

'k. [gonna go get that :/]

[winningly.insanejournal.com]

[while you do that, I think I will make some toast to go with this coffee.

and look! I am enough of a fucking gentleman to make toast not only for myself, but for the kid.]

[flipsnshit.insanejournal.com]

Ooookay, so we're like . . . cops?

[winningly.insanejournal.com]

Close. We have to go a little farther then that, but then again the pay's bigger.

[flipsnshit.insanejournal.com]

A wish.

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That's right. And wishes don't just come true. Something's gotta make that happen, and that thing's the bosses.