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[walkingheroin]

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[thevulnerability]

Tell me I'll be okay. Buy me a drink. Convince me I'm not going to die old and alone surrounded by 50 cats and stacks of 20 year old newspapers.

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[walkingheroin]

Very well.

You're going to be fine. And you couldn't possibly die alone because I, nor your daughter for that matter, would ever allow it. If I have to clean up newspapers then so be it.

As for the drink, you know where to find me. Or I could come to you, of course.

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[thevulnerability]

You'd clean up newspapers for me? That's really sweet.

I'll come to you, but only if you're sure. I don't want to mess up your mojo with my wimpy human feelings.

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[walkingheroin]

I happen to quite like your wimpy human feelings.

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[thevulnerability]

Thanks, Lucifer. You being here for me means a lot.

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[walkingheroin]

Of course. Where else would I be?

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[thevulnerability]

A few months ago, I'd say with a totally uncomplicated Brittany.

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[walkingheroin]

I can't say I quite see the appeal these days.

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[thevulnerability]

[ Good thing this is text and he can't see her blushing c: ]

Well I'm not exactly opposed to having your attention these days instead.

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[walkingheroin]

Glad to hear it. Now come over and have that drink with me.

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[thevulnerability]

I'll be there in five.