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[postits]

I Died In My Canon:
a support group and social club for those who should by all means be dead, but are stuck here instead.

I'll be leading the meetings. Every other Wednesday at the waffle house. Come for the food, stay for the talk of mortal wounds that should have killed you. And the food.

Have to do something with my time and help keep you kids in line. Grim reapers just aren't as useful in Babylon as one would imagine.

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[postits]

You're making the right choice, miss.

[bestchild.livejournal.com]

Tch', whatever. There's not going to be more homework, is there?

[postits]

Fucking kids these days.

No. If you want to get technical, miss, the homework is the living part. Not everyone gets a second (or third, in some cases) chance. This is about being grateful, not homework.

[bestchild.livejournal.com]

Hee, I'm just sick of school. I know why I got my second chance, so of course I'm thankful, what kind of moron do you think I am?

The real question is, what are waffles?

[postits]

I can never tell with you kids.

...I will never understand the worlds you come from without such simple food staples as waffles and ice cream. They're a breakfast food, peanut. The greatest breakfast food, to be precise. You'll like them.

[bestchild.livejournal.com]

I'm only playing with you, Mister, I lived next to Belgium for the first few years of my life, I'm a pretty big fan of die Waffel. But I must be the only one of my friends who doesn't have a total hard-on for icecream.

[postits]

Then we may get along after all.

Ice cream on waffles?

[bestchild.livejournal.com]

Pass, I like banana and chocolate syrup.

Mister, we are getting along.

[postits]

Banana waffles are my favorite too. Fancy that.

Right.