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Post by Alfred on May 30, 2009 18:41:03 GMT -5
"Yes... yes, I do."
It didn't matter what he thought while dying... afterwards it would all be over. Sweet nothingness.
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Post by Magda on May 31, 2009 16:33:43 GMT -5
"And I'm to go on knowing sat you did that to me twice?"
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Post by Alfred on May 31, 2009 16:51:29 GMT -5
"Pretty much, yes." Alfred was quite beyond caring. "I'm sorry, could you get out of the way now?"
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Post by Magda on May 31, 2009 17:00:48 GMT -5
Magda sighed.
"Alfred, I hope you can forgive me for this..."
And with that, she promptly hit him over the head with her purse.
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Post by Alfred on May 31, 2009 17:06:26 GMT -5
Alfred looked at Magda for a few seconds, utterly stunned.
"Ouch!" he finally decided, rubbing his head. "What did you do that for? And why is your purse so damn heavy?"
He bent over a little bit so she could clearly look down on the top of his head, a true drunk's mistake.
"Is it bleeding?"
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Post by Magda on May 31, 2009 17:08:33 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sorry!" she said in a high, apologetic voice. "I must have not done it hard enough!"
And then she did it again, much harder this time.
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Post by Alfred on May 31, 2009 17:09:51 GMT -5
A lot of things seemed to happen to Alfred in a very short amount of time. For your convenience it shall be summarized:
*THUD*
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