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You can see how well I follow directions. I shared more than a single line and what I did share sure as hell isn't random.
1.
Giles didn’t bloody well give a rat’s arse, and yet here he was, stuck listening to Flutie ramble on about the school mascot. “So I was thinking we could get a razorback.”
“I’m sorry,” Giles interrupted. “A what?”
Miss Calendar, who looked as happy to be there as Giles felt, graced the table with a sarcastic grin. “A feral pig. Razorback is an American colloquialism.”
“That’s the Sunnydale school mascot? A boar that was once domesticated and has since run wild? Surely that’s backwards. I thought the point of school was to civilize the little monsters.”
“A razorback is mean, ready for action.” Flutie actually gave a mock growl.
“I stand corrected,” Giles replied. “Mean and ready for action is definitely what we should be instilling into the students.” - In a Corner of My Soul
2.
“There are polar bears in the Potomac.”
In an old fairytale, when the evil sister speaks, toads fall from her lips. “Don’t be an idiot.” Those words fell from my lips. I would have preferred toads. Christie, golden girl, queen bee of Langley high, paused just a moment as her cohorts, the three bitchiest girls on the cheerleading squad after Christie herself, turned to gawk at the sacrificial lamb, which would be me. Marcia, taking advantage of her chance to move up the totem pole, gasped at my faux pas. - Spring Fling
3.
The big guy looked up and a slow grin rose across his face. “Is it you? Finally?”
“Is it me what?”
He rose to his feet. He was so bit it was like seeing a mountain move. “What do you want boy?”
I wasn’t even eighteen then but I’d become what I’d thought of as a man years earlier. I’d killed, well, never mind. “I want to know if you’re crazy, sitting out in the open like that.”
He laughed a giant belly roll of a laugh. “That’s one way to look at it.”
“What’re you doing?”
“Meditating.”
Meditating? What the fuck?
“The world’s dead. What else should I be doing?”
Nobody had put it so clear to me before. The world’s dead. Just like my brothers were dead. Just like my cousins were dead. Stone cold and not coming back.” - this one’s untitled
1.
Giles didn’t bloody well give a rat’s arse, and yet here he was, stuck listening to Flutie ramble on about the school mascot. “So I was thinking we could get a razorback.”
“I’m sorry,” Giles interrupted. “A what?”
Miss Calendar, who looked as happy to be there as Giles felt, graced the table with a sarcastic grin. “A feral pig. Razorback is an American colloquialism.”
“That’s the Sunnydale school mascot? A boar that was once domesticated and has since run wild? Surely that’s backwards. I thought the point of school was to civilize the little monsters.”
“A razorback is mean, ready for action.” Flutie actually gave a mock growl.
“I stand corrected,” Giles replied. “Mean and ready for action is definitely what we should be instilling into the students.” - In a Corner of My Soul
2.
“There are polar bears in the Potomac.”
In an old fairytale, when the evil sister speaks, toads fall from her lips. “Don’t be an idiot.” Those words fell from my lips. I would have preferred toads. Christie, golden girl, queen bee of Langley high, paused just a moment as her cohorts, the three bitchiest girls on the cheerleading squad after Christie herself, turned to gawk at the sacrificial lamb, which would be me. Marcia, taking advantage of her chance to move up the totem pole, gasped at my faux pas. - Spring Fling
3.
The big guy looked up and a slow grin rose across his face. “Is it you? Finally?”
“Is it me what?”
He rose to his feet. He was so bit it was like seeing a mountain move. “What do you want boy?”
I wasn’t even eighteen then but I’d become what I’d thought of as a man years earlier. I’d killed, well, never mind. “I want to know if you’re crazy, sitting out in the open like that.”
He laughed a giant belly roll of a laugh. “That’s one way to look at it.”
“What’re you doing?”
“Meditating.”
Meditating? What the fuck?
“The world’s dead. What else should I be doing?”
Nobody had put it so clear to me before. The world’s dead. Just like my brothers were dead. Just like my cousins were dead. Stone cold and not coming back.” - this one’s untitled