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[16hitmagnum.livejournal.com]

Hey, I've been feeling weak lately. I can't lift giant tables anymore and I'm bleeding more than usual.





This is puberty, right? Help, I need an adult.

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OYYYY!!!

Weirdo with the eyepatch, are you still alive?

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[mayomanoflove.livejournal.com]

So it happens to gorillas, too

That's not puberty, you dolt. Chicks only bleed when they're ******ing or losing their vir--

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Weirdo with the eyepatch?

[16hitmagnum.livejournal.com]

Psh. How would you know?



Yeah. That guy. Short. Dark hair. Creepy voice. Should cover his legs more. Really short. Did I mention short?

WTF LJ. BACKLOG?

[mayomanoflove.livejournal.com]

Because of the "Anatomy of a Woman" books Kondo-san had me tutor him in for Ota----nothing. I don't know anything. Why would I know something like *********? I don't.


You forgot his thighs opium butterflies thing for the yorozuya.

SURE

[16hitmagnum.livejournal.com]

I didn't want to remember.

X')

[mayomanoflove.livejournal.com]

So you admit it.


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[mayomanoflove.livejournal.com]

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[mayomanoflove.livejournal.com]

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[16hitmagnum.livejournal.com]

What is?

[mayomanoflove.livejournal.com]

WeirdoWithEyepatch's "thing" for the Yorozuya.

[16hitmagnum.livejournal.com]

Yes No Maybe It's a sales racket
I don't know.

Why are you interested?

[mayomanoflove.livejournal.com]

Didn't the PR guy make those people take the doujinshi off Youtube already?

Then why did you imply that it was true?

I'm not.

[16hitmagnum.livejournal.com]

I did not.

Then why do you keep asking questions about their thing? You have a thing too, you know.

[mayomanoflove.livejournal.com]

No, I'm pretty sure you did. [arrow point up here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned_bulletin/406713.html?thread=12406201#t12406201)]

That's not the kind of "thing" I'm talking about.

[16hitmagnum.livejournal.com]

You can't expect me to remember everything about him! I'm a young girl, I have more important things to think about!

What kind of thing is it then?

[mayomanoflove.livejournal.com]

Just which "him" are you talking about?! If by "him" you mean that loserish silver-permed-future-bald-guy-the-yorozuya, weren't you supposed to be his daughter figure or something?!!

The kind of "thing" that cannot be described in words--merely in close-up-zoom-in long, heated glances. The kind of "thing" that exists not between the legs but within the depths of the human heart. The kind of "thing" that inspires Kawanami-chan to leave her child and go to Alaska. The kind of "thing" that makes fruitcakes wilt and "unicorns" blossom.

That kind.

[16hitmagnum.livejournal.com]

But I'm too cute to have sprung from his loins.

I get it! A heart attack!

[mayomanoflove.livejournal.com]

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............................you know what, just forget it. Forget I said anything.

[16hitmagnum.livejournal.com]

Only if you pay me.

[mayomanoflove.livejournal.com]

Why would I pay you just to forget something?! You can't just take everything some person says and say "only if pay me" right after and expect to be paid, moron. The other person has to ask you do something tangible. So there's physical evidence if you decide to sue him for not paying later in court.

[16hitmagnum.livejournal.com]

Ok. I won't tell you what I know about the weirdo with the eye patch then.

Enjoy doing your "thing" alone.

[mayomanoflove.livejournal.com]

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..........do you know where he is? The weirdo with the eye patch, not my--ch.

[16hitmagnum.livejournal.com]

Yes. in your pants

[mayomanoflove.livejournal.com]

.................what?

[16hitmagnum.livejournal.com]

Yes, I know where he is.

[mayomanoflove.livejournal.com]

................................You wrote 'in your pants.' I'm sure you did.

..............then...where is he?