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Sep. 12th, 2003 02:52 am"Auntie Joyce" wants me to enroll in the children's school.
I'd say she's outlasted her value. She's been useful while I made plans but I do not intend to be stuck in this dimension's idea of an educational system. They've never even heard of Zranth!
Hot chocolate and marshmallows only make up for just so much.
I was able to get some ID made up while she was away at the gallery.Had the
idiot pick it up and bring it to me. Now all I need is some cash.
The lyco wants the tracer out or deactivated, and I need a traveling fund. I'm sure we can work out some arrangement.
I think I should start in Los Angeles. By all reports, the extra slayer is there. The ones here have too many people watching them.
I tracked down the boy. He'd looted a place nearby. We bargained; he'd turn over half the goods to me, in exchange for my leaving town alone.
So now I have a train ticket out of this backwater, with a bag of very interesting trinkets to befenced appraised and sold.
Just as I stepped onto the train, I thought I should tell him that he's not in the clear. Oh no. I didn't promise him that. The tracer won't hurt him, however, if I need him in Los Angeles, he'll find himself walking there. All 123 miles.
The look on his face was worth all the aggravation he'd caused me.
I'm gone! Goodbye Sunnydale. I can't say I'll miss you.
I'd say she's outlasted her value. She's been useful while I made plans but I do not intend to be stuck in this dimension's idea of an educational system. They've never even heard of Zranth!
Hot chocolate and marshmallows only make up for just so much.
I was able to get some ID made up while she was away at the gallery.Had the
idiot pick it up and bring it to me. Now all I need is some cash.
The lyco wants the tracer out or deactivated, and I need a traveling fund. I'm sure we can work out some arrangement.
I think I should start in Los Angeles. By all reports, the extra slayer is there. The ones here have too many people watching them.
I tracked down the boy. He'd looted a place nearby. We bargained; he'd turn over half the goods to me, in exchange for my leaving town alone.
So now I have a train ticket out of this backwater, with a bag of very interesting trinkets to be
Just as I stepped onto the train, I thought I should tell him that he's not in the clear. Oh no. I didn't promise him that. The tracer won't hurt him, however, if I need him in Los Angeles, he'll find himself walking there. All 123 miles.
The look on his face was worth all the aggravation he'd caused me.
I'm gone! Goodbye Sunnydale. I can't say I'll miss you.
