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I'm at a fucking funeral and then I'm standing in a room being welcomed to fucking "Babylon" and being told I'm fictional.

Bet it's harder to accept when you think you're real, right? People fucking lie to me all the time, what's one more? This just means I don't have to fucking deal with the popsicles in New Cambridge, Ning, Claire or anyone else. Whoopdee-fucking-doo.

So what now? I go out and fuck everyone to try and repopulate another world that's falling apart? Fuck no. I just left a place like that. I'm not going to go get my jollies out with some other idiot just because some fucking government wants me to help rebuild their world.

And what's the deal with us keeping journals? Do I look like some apple-cheeked little princess? Only little bitches keep diaries.

Fuck repopulation, fuck diaries. I'm finding a bar and getting shit-faced.

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journals are for this.

i'll treat you to a drink, babe.

Classy. You got a map or directions to a bar?

Yeah! That's what I said!

Well, the part about diaries anyway.

My kid sister kept a diary.

I make it a point to not be her.

you just got here? there's one around the corner from the complexes. me and a few guys usually have drinks there. it's called swayze.

Looks like I've got a new fucking watering hole. Bet it's better than the shithole back in New Cambridge, too.

and a great piece of ass to buy you your first drink.

Right. You got a name or should I just look for the best piece of ass in there?

dante. but that second part still rings true.

You use fuck almost as much as my buddy, K'.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

Thanks?

It's not really a journal, you've gotta think of it as more like a

Y'know what? Just, never mind.

More like a what?

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