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[cold_dry_pieces]

I probably don't have to point it out, but all that unpleasant nonsense the other day was just that-- nonsense. I am neither a mass-murderer nor a mime, et cetera.

And no, Deb isn't a super hero or a cokehead, and if I made a crack about how good she'd look in brightly-colored spandex she'd probably hit me, so I won't.

So, um. What's the deal with today?

|[ooc: FOURTH-WALL THE HELL OUT OF HIM, PLEASE. I would like to request though, that no other City folk remember anything incriminating that gets said today, after the curse ends? ;_;]|

Comments

[dark-passenger.livejournal.com]

It's good to see you, mom.

[20th-cntry-fox.livejournal.com]

It's good to see you, too, Dexter.

I'm so happy you're okay... and I am so sorry I missed everything. How are you, baby?

[dark-passenger.livejournal.com]

It's not your fault, mom. I'm fine. I feel great, seeing you again.

[20th-cntry-fox.livejournal.com]

I know, sweetie, I just wish I could have been there.

I'm glad things turned out okay for you, though, and I'm so happy to know that now - I was so worried about you and Brian, you know... afraid they'd hurt you, too.

I love you, baby. You take care of yourself.