There's something intrinsically strange about walking from one apartment to another and just going in. I recognize that it's entirely a mental thing, but it is odd.
I'd lean so hard into adorable and small. I'd wear a giant oversized sweater to my arrest and tip the media off in advance so everyone could see sweaterpaws in handcuffs.
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with any luck, that's where he and strange disappeared off to
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i'm used to it
at least this time i was left with useful shit
( he used to gather it in boxes. store it away, in case they came back. jason still has jyn's shit, here. )
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[ What else is there to say? They both know it's not okay, but anything more is rubbing salt in. ]
I promise I'll label samples and food clearly in the fridge.
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i have spare apartments too. you can put all your weird shit in one
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so i can leave it as is
i might be a little crazy but i'm not as nuts as b
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that's all that matters
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i beat out you and dick
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pretty sure only one of us would end up in prison for their crazy and that's neither of you two
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you?
tiny, little, absolutely harmless timmy who hasn't stolen a single thing?
or broken me out of prison?
or blown up someone else's property?
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knew i liked you for a good reason
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