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Oct. 29th, 2007 02:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
. . . I swear to God there was a little boy somewhere outside just now calling "Moooommy! . . . . Moooommy!"
I SWEAR TO GOD.
I'M A LITTLE FREAKED OUT, RIGHT NOW.
I SWEAR TO GOD.
I'M A LITTLE FREAKED OUT, RIGHT NOW.
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Date: 2007-10-29 02:12 pm (UTC)The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances. Waaatch. :D
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Date: 2007-10-29 02:07 pm (UTC)*Face of Woe*
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Date: 2007-10-29 02:07 pm (UTC)Please let me in, Mummy, I'm scared.
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Date: 2007-10-29 02:09 pm (UTC)Does rock salt work on Gasmask Zombies, I wonder?
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Date: 2007-10-29 02:10 pm (UTC)Crap, she's discovered my plot to have her throw Sam and Dean at me so they can be ALL MINE.Er.
I mean.
I'm here! Can't you see me, Mummy?
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Date: 2007-10-29 11:54 am (UTC)It gets in your head.
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Date: 2007-10-29 02:06 pm (UTC)Also there was the distinct possibility that it was actually coming from my clock radio, although it seemed a little loud for that.
BUT THEN, IT WOULD, WOULDN'T IT.
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Date: 2007-10-29 07:02 pm (UTC)All of you hate me. *tear*
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Date: 2007-10-29 07:06 pm (UTC):D