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all_the_newsCarl was banging away at the typewriter, the noise filling the small midwestern hotel room where he and Buster were staying the night
Navaan. In case you wondered why you haven't been pestered for the rent or your stories, you may be interested to know I have left the island.
She'd probably noticed, Carl. Since there'd been no dog or grouchy editor in the house and she'd had to buy her own food for a while, now.
There will be men coming to put the press and supplies in storage. My car has been repaired and I have an interview in Seattle.
After a short stop along the way to investigate a rumour of a sighting of one of the missing women from the Las Vegas vampire case. In a city with a sudden leap in mysterious and blood-less homicides... He sighed slightly, feeling the pull of the bandages that had his ribs wrapped tight. Carl paused in his typing to scratch at his chest and look over at the dog, asleep on the bed with only a small cut along his muzzle, his head laying on one of Carl's crosses. "You did good tonight, boy."
He went back to typing his letter to Navaan.
[And now he's OFFICIALLY gone. Sorry. My first drop. ;__;]
Navaan. In case you wondered why you haven't been pestered for the rent or your stories, you may be interested to know I have left the island.
She'd probably noticed, Carl. Since there'd been no dog or grouchy editor in the house and she'd had to buy her own food for a while, now.
There will be men coming to put the press and supplies in storage. My car has been repaired and I have an interview in Seattle.
After a short stop along the way to investigate a rumour of a sighting of one of the missing women from the Las Vegas vampire case. In a city with a sudden leap in mysterious and blood-less homicides... He sighed slightly, feeling the pull of the bandages that had his ribs wrapped tight. Carl paused in his typing to scratch at his chest and look over at the dog, asleep on the bed with only a small cut along his muzzle, his head laying on one of Carl's crosses. "You did good tonight, boy."
He went back to typing his letter to Navaan.
[And now he's OFFICIALLY gone. Sorry. My first drop. ;__;]
