My eyes widen in sheer horror. "Oh, no," I complain with a drawn out groan. "Not you too. What, did you get bit by some rabid talking virus? Are you going to start petting my hair or telling me how much you love me next?" This is all too frightening and I really could use some sanity. Just one sane person, is that too much to ask?
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Date: 2009-04-28 03:01 am (UTC)