Tuesday, February 15, 2011

My father's left for work.  I still don't have long, but I'll say what I can.  I had to spend most of yesterday helping to hide four bodies without leaving so much blood and hair that we'd be suspect number one.  I even had to find a place to hide an unconscious Fiskling.  I've even got a test today, and I didn't get a chance to study.  Hope to God your contacts can fix THAT, Spender.

I'll tell you this much, people.  I never thought I'd have to use that hunting knife my dad keeps in his dresser.  I'm surprised I even kept my hands steady enough.  But, for now, I think it's time for me and my guest to go.  We'll be heading to Waffle House before I head off to class.

Spender's treat, of course. c:
-The Meteorologist

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