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~~Dear Diary,~~

Today, I watched (for some limited definition of the word 'watched' because my eyes can't really move that fast) Stein and Marie beat the ever loving crap out of a priest before said priest disafuckingppeared into a sheet of fucking paper. Yes. Really. This is why I hate religion. Well, not this, specifically, because I admit I never saw this coming, but the fact that religious people are completely off their damn rockers.

But at least we're going to be home for Christmas. I was getting a little sick of this damn mandatory camping trip.

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Dibs on the living room.

You realize of course this means war.

Sure. A war I'm going to win.

I'll have you know I fight dirty.

I don't need to cheat to kick your ass!

Fucking the owner of the house isn't cheating in this case. But it does mean you are so not winning this.

Please, I don't need tactics like that.

Good because then I'd have bigger problems than the living room, I think.

So you'd rather have problems with the living room, huh...

...Well if those are my only two choices, yeah.

I win this argument.

Well, considering you don't really strike me as the homewrecking type, I don't think this counts as a win, but my paranoia keeps me from continuing this argument so... Congrats?

The important thing is that I now get to decorate the living room in whatever way I wish!

If you insist, I guess.

...I'm sure you can imagine my over-dramatic sigh that was meant to accompany this.

Yes. Yes, I can. It was a beautiful sound. The sound of defeat.

You're as cruel as Stein and I you know that?

I have my moments!

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