{{{Cass}}} So sorry, love. That is way too much bad stuff at once.
Tara ,'Get It Done'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I took a nap and wasn't sure where I was when I woke up. That was a terrible moment of realizing where I was and that Kittenish was gone and my dad is now a thousand miles away with tumors in his head. This is pretty much some of the worst stuff I can imagine. And it's happening. She's really gone. He's really sick.
Oh, honey. Much strength.
Oh, honey. I am so, so sorry.
Oh, Cass I'm so sorry.
Oh, Cass. What a shitty pile of reality to wake up to.
I'm so sorry, Cass. Take care of yourself.
Oh honey, I am so, so sorry.
I'm so sorry, Cass. That's a lot to have to cope with.
So sorry, Cass. Much ~ma for your dad. Much peace to you.