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[cautionarytale]

Dear Santa,

You don't exist and I hate your holiday. But since you seem to show up here every year and grant wishes, here's mine: kill everyone on this boat. ["Except Vince and Adam" is scrawled in after the fact.]

No love,
Elle


Happy, Admiral? I wrote your stupid Christmas letter!


[private to Howie, after much hesitation]

I'm not alright.

Comments

Re: Spam

[queensboulevard.livejournal.com]

[Vince grinned over at her.]

He got it for the kitchen, loves to cook.

[But anyways, time to stop talking about Johnny and time to start drinking. So he plopped himself down in one of the chairs and poured out a shooter of tequila.]

So, I gotta ask, where're you from?

Re: Spam

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

"New York. I worked for my dad's paper company." [She a little surprised by how easily that lie still comes.]

Re: Spam

[queensboulevard.livejournal.com]

[Vince's expression immediately lights up.]

What part? I come from Queens.

Re: Spam

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

"Hartsdale. It's just north of the city."

Re: Spam

[queensboulevard.livejournal.com]

[Vince grins at her. He hasn't even heard of anyone else coming from New York and it's just one more thing to connect him to her. He raises his shooter of tequila.]

Think I've been there.