And they might have froze before that noose got to them
All night I dreamed about dying. Every time—I was shot once, bleeding out; another time, I had some kind of wasting illness—I woke up instead of never opening my eyes again, but whenever I fell back into the dream, there was a different death to go through. Some of the circumstances, waterspouts, unmoored islands, shell-like crusts of uninhabited buildings in the middle of cities where I've lived, might have made intriguing story material if I hadn't been distracted by the endless iterations of mortality, none of them opera-clean. Today fails auspices.

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call me if you want ~ I'm done with trig exam and have open time/chem lab which I can step out of to take a call
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Gah—I suspect you are no longer in chem lab. I may try you anyway.
*hugs*
Thank you.