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[hardedged]

[ it's been a rough month for jessica — thanks to her arrival and reliving her traumatic memories with the devil himself. in between all of her alcohol consumption, she's had time to think because sadly, even hard liquor can't always numb the pain.

it's almost midnight, and she finds herself posting on the network. there's no username attached; she prefers anonymity for this topic. well, here goes nothing. ]

if someone's dead back home, is there any chance they can show up here?

and what if they're the goddamn devil? will the cops do something about it?

serious answers only. not in the mood for bullshit.

Comments

[hardedged]

left it at home. sorry.

[hypodermicgurl]

Too bad. But you have to know, my price is less than yours. Your personal nightmare's a potential Satan for us all. Mine's just personal.

[hardedged]

yeah, still a hard no

[hypodermicgurl]

So life goes on. Cry yourself to sleep, but stop bringing the rest of us into it, yeah?

[hardedged]

sure. you can go back to knitting socks and playing bingo now.

[ yeah, straight to the old jokes. that's right. ]

[hypodermicgurl]

Baby, if those are your hobbies you need to stop by. There's so much more to death.

[hardedged]

got better things to do than hang out with a corpse

[hypodermicgurl]

doubt it