YOU THINK YOU'RE BAD DONCHA

[deathpenality.livejournal.com]

[ NEW YORK.

IT'S NIGHT.

Dark streets, streetlights all broken, bad-looking people everywhere; a normal person wouldn't walk it at that time of the night normally, but those two weren't actually what you would define with that word. ]

What's next?

[ the dark-haired one spoke, yawning  slightly and hoping with all himself that their next job would have been extremely easy and fast to finish. ]

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[lifewarranty.livejournal.com]

Ma's hot cocoa and the warmth of a nice blanket.



--At least what I'd like it to be, anyway.

[lifewarranty.livejournal.com]

Right, who's got the shit-list? Let's hope his name is something so utterly hilarious that I forget to take a huge dump on Big Daddy's desk as a thank-you for this misery.

[deathpenality.livejournal.com]

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[deathpenality.livejournal.com]

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. . . I thought you were the one who had it.

[ ] You lost it didn't you?

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[lifewarranty.livejournal.com]

Hey, hey. You are not pinning this one on me. I never touched the damned thing -you need me to do a boy scout swear or something?

[lifewarranty.livejournal.com]

Now that I look at it -I, desperately wanting go home; We, unable to complete the mission- isn't this just the freakiest coincidence? Looks like there is a God, and he's a pretty cool guy.

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[deathpenality.livejournal.com]

One word: No.

I'm not getting Father angry because you lazy ass are tired.

[deathpenality.livejournal.com]

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Take the list out, I know you have it.