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December 12, 2007

From The Comments: Meowbag

He spoke. She stared at him. She smiled.

Her anger had been like boiling molasses running through her brain, coating every peaceful instinct and giving way to the Dark Thoughts. In her mind, the Guardians of Conduct had sprung up and struggled against the Dark Thoughts, retreating at Kindness and taking a final stand at Mercy. Armed with patience, she had fought alongside them. She had been so angry, she could have killed him with one bare hand. She had resisted.

But then he had said “Calm down.”

This, in her book, was the Divine go-ahead to finish him off.

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