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estdeus_innobisWednesday, September 16th
Well.
Well I ain't a bloody coward, so I ain't just going to hide at the Post Office forever, if that's what he thinks. Ain't going to. So I done the bloody run, and nothing happened. And yeah I was scared, scared the fucking life out of me, I don't mind telling you, but I done it, cause I ain't a coward, and there weren't no gods running 'bout in them woods or nothing, and there weren't nothing bad as happened, so. Samuel made me take the shotgun, mind. Said I didn't have to go if I didn't want, and that was real nice of him. Didn't look at me, but he said it, and he made me a flask of coffee to take with me.
And I reckon it helped too, talking to Johnny the other night, cause he's a real nice kid and he makes me feel like less of an idiot, frankly. Not-- not cause he's one or nothing, don't mean it like that, but just cause he ain't used to none of this neither. The whole lots of gods thing.
And it stopped me thinking 'bout Boku too (sort of), and him saying that poem at Hermia's party, and his hand on the way home and the other night besides, cause even if I only kissed him it still counts, it still bloody counts. Shouldn't've done that. Just shouldn't. Only the thing is, right, I don't want to take it back, neither. I ain't even sorry. And-- and that's--
Shit.
Where is Ares anyway? Where the fuck is he? Ain't no point acting all pissed when I get hurt, then fucking off without even asking if I'm okay. Ain't even told him 'bout Samuel. Ain't even told him 'bout the party, or--
Shit.
But I ain't a bloody coward, so I go down to the ranch anyway.
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Well.
Well I ain't a bloody coward, so I ain't just going to hide at the Post Office forever, if that's what he thinks. Ain't going to. So I done the bloody run, and nothing happened. And yeah I was scared, scared the fucking life out of me, I don't mind telling you, but I done it, cause I ain't a coward, and there weren't no gods running 'bout in them woods or nothing, and there weren't nothing bad as happened, so. Samuel made me take the shotgun, mind. Said I didn't have to go if I didn't want, and that was real nice of him. Didn't look at me, but he said it, and he made me a flask of coffee to take with me.
And I reckon it helped too, talking to Johnny the other night, cause he's a real nice kid and he makes me feel like less of an idiot, frankly. Not-- not cause he's one or nothing, don't mean it like that, but just cause he ain't used to none of this neither. The whole lots of gods thing.
And it stopped me thinking 'bout Boku too (sort of), and him saying that poem at Hermia's party, and his hand on the way home and the other night besides, cause even if I only kissed him it still counts, it still bloody counts. Shouldn't've done that. Just shouldn't. Only the thing is, right, I don't want to take it back, neither. I ain't even sorry. And-- and that's--
Shit.
Where is Ares anyway? Where the fuck is he? Ain't no point acting all pissed when I get hurt, then fucking off without even asking if I'm okay. Ain't even told him 'bout Samuel. Ain't even told him 'bout the party, or--
Shit.
But I ain't a bloody coward, so I go down to the ranch anyway.
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