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Lenwar
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Date Posted: 12:22:14 04/20/05 Wed
In reply to:
Jimmeh
's message, "Re: MWAHAHAHA" on 12:17:17 04/20/05 Wed
Lenwar stared at Jimmy, breathing heavily, his fists clenched tight as his sides.
"Bitch," he whispered, his voice thick with rage, and private fear - fear at himself, at his own anger. "I love Soren. If you make me choose between the two of you, boy, you aren't going to come out the breadwinner, not this time...if you don't like the fucking rules, Jim, then you can get the fuck out. I'm not going to fucking change them. If I relied on just YOU for how much sex I need, you'd be a fucking disgrace - and I don't want just you, I want Soren."
Lenwar took a breath. His chest was starting to sharply hurt, and his left arm felt numb. He dimly wondered if he was asleep.
"And I hurt you? Fine. What the fuck do you want? Justification?" Lenwar drew one hand up, raked his claws down his own chest - more blood, spilling out in thick torrents. "Is that what you want? Do you want me to hurt, too?!"
He paused, pressing his palm over his chest. The pain was getting even sharper.
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