Status Updates From The Black Angel

Nice irony but gross. — “You’re so loyal; you’re so mine.”

Lol. So dramatic. — “He leaned against something, as if he couldn’t make it.”

Bizarre. — “ let me twist your hand a little…”

pretty privilege.

“His face was the last thing the light fell on as I eased the door closed, squeezing the light in there to a slit. I took that away with me. I didn’t want it, but I couldn’t seem to get rid of it, shake it loose. It stuck to my heart like flypaper.”

Jesus. My man, do you know easy it is to make a sandwich? — “Great guns, even sandwiches for later!”

I don’t know what he means. — “That was a typically feminine reaction just then.” He closed the door.”

You ok there, Mrs. Murray? -"I lost track of the opening part of the conversation. I suppose it was girly-girly stuff, anyway. "

Now that I think about it, Mrs. Murray's plan doesn't make much sense.

charming guy. - “If it’s the face that bothers you you’ve got an olive to look at instead.”

A little hyperbolic since all you did was faint for a second. — “…but to an unreality as bad or worse than the nightmare that had just preceded oblivion.”

Like weeds, 20-dollar-words are beginning to pop up here and there.

Poor Mrs. Murray, somebody swapped brains with her. Oh! Or maybe this personality was hiding underneath. That’ll be my head canon to explain it. — “A bacchanalia at fixed prices…”

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