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>Bo3 959
>The Struggler
You can't speak in this Eternity, but your intent is clear: whatever <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">She</span></span> is up to with Seafood, you're not backing it.
You don't owe <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">Her</span></span>, and you don't feel like starting. Serving one tyrant is enough. Besides, based on how he takes things, if you rat on Seafood now you will <span class="mu-i">thank</span> him to just kill you when he twiggs on. He reads things and people really goodly, and you're a small book with big letters.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">••• •••
••• ••• •••
••• ••• ••• ••• •••</span></span>
Ooo, <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">She</span></span> angy. Not <span class="mu-i">with</span> you, more like <span class="mu-i">at</span>. You're not sure you can't understand her because you don't have the thinks and idees to approximate what <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">She</span></span>'s saying, or really because <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">She</span></span>'s REEEEEEEing for the sake of REEEEEEEing. Wimmin.
Suddenly <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">She</span></span> was never here.
Gui Li spits you, lifts you loft.
You wriggle, clutching the haft coming out of your chest.
You're too weak to hold on for more than a few beats; you sink, slowly, painfully, into her waiting arms, still kicking, still-
>Toady -7/16HP
