For some reason it was also acceptable to justify attempting to kill some small child in the dream.
Seashells, the letter(s) and the lake. Imaginary things that I knew weren't real, so I told you they weren't. I think that upset you dearly, but ahwell, pard. You deserve it.
Something about NaNo too. And to think that I actually sat and waited before responding. What a joke.
- - -
I'm an augur, you know.
I'm sorry-- a what?
"I see things you only wish you could see," he took his necklace and started to shake it at me. The last twinkle of a sapphire caught my eye. "I knew about this way before Casper or Tulsa. Before we were even able to comprehend that such a thing could ever happen to us." A coughing spasm followed.
Leave us alone.
Where are you going? You won't be able to hide. They'll find you. That, or they won't have to. If you have any food I could tell you your future.
We kept walking.
- - -
What was it?
A necklace.
Oh. Isn't that a girly thing?
I guess so. Never saw him wear it, but he cherished it. His mother-- your great grandmother-- gave it to him before she passed.
We . . . We could go back and get it.
I don't think that's a good idea. If they haven't moved on yet, we'll be killed.
- - -
Why the fuck do these fuckers (how is fuckers not a word?) keep calling my house? Do telemarketers not learn? I know it's you, you little rat bastard. We don't want to listen to you promote some product or service.
- - -
Time to go get pissed from the one and only infallible source so I can go on an hour-long run.
You are so stupid.
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