Played with Kaylee. Sun came out, and I walked on my feet and heard with my ears. I ate the bits, the bits stayed down, and I work. I function like I'm a girl. I hate it because I know it'll go away. The sun goes dark and chaos has come again. Bits. Fluids. What am I?!
River ,'War Stories'
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"There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel, this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.