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Routine Exorcism
Jul. 29th, 2013 08:16 pmThere were days when you just shouldn't leave the house. Phil had experienced quite a few of those days, and yet he continued to walk outside. That was either the definition of bravery or insanity. But that's getting ahead of things. What's important to know at the moment was that this was one of those days. And was Phil at home? No, no he was not.
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( It was a routine exorcism )
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( It was a routine exorcism )
When Love Becomes a Memory
May. 21st, 2013 07:08 pmBoston, 1969
It was cold. Very, very, bone-numbingly cold. Of course, that was February in Boston for you. The locals were used to it. Actually, it was a point of pride; when an non-native bitched about it, most Boston natives just smirked and at the very least thought the person was a pansy, if they didn’t outright say it. Most said it. There was still about a foot of snow on the ground from a few recent snowfalls, but again, that was pretty much par for the course for this time of year.
( ...I'm sorry )
It was cold. Very, very, bone-numbingly cold. Of course, that was February in Boston for you. The locals were used to it. Actually, it was a point of pride; when an non-native bitched about it, most Boston natives just smirked and at the very least thought the person was a pansy, if they didn’t outright say it. Most said it. There was still about a foot of snow on the ground from a few recent snowfalls, but again, that was pretty much par for the course for this time of year.
( ...I'm sorry )
