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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

[the-code-of.livejournal.com]

You'll be a good father. I know you, Dexter; you're a good person at heart. Rita is lucky to have you.

[dark-passenger.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Dad.