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Don't think I'm not grateful. I know I deserve a second chance. Since I blew my first second chance. But, I'm not a walk in the park. I'm not a good time or a fun idea. I'm a wreck. I have all these feelings. And I'm hungry all the time. Did you want a killer in your head? And I don't mean a brooding, killed in the 20's 'hello I can walk in the daylight' killer, I mean an honest to God, 'oops, there goes another housekeeper' killer. Not that God has anything to do with it. And while we're on the subject, try to get me one of those daylight rings.

I don't know whether to hate Anna or thank her. No, that's a lie. I want to rip her head off. I also want to rip your head off.

Jenna's going there? Maybe? She better be. I don't like broken promises.

Shut up. I don't care if I'm the 'king of broken promises.'

You're crazy. And that's coming from a crazy, psychotic vampire. I hope you know what you're getting into.

Just check the warning label. Keep out of reach of children (and aspiring reporters.) Parental guidance isn't just suggested. It's preferred. ...They also might get eaten. But, hey, don't blame me. Blame my nature.

I was -- reborn this way. Oops?

Kind of ironic, no?

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A swing and a miss.

Jenna. Eventually, you'll get that I didn't just go off to the Bahamas. I didn't break up with you through E-mail. I was dead.

Or you're suffering from wishful thinking.

Oh, I get it. But that doesn't change a whole lot between us.

I meant your aim. It never was the best.

How? All that pent up dislike, lack of -- trust -- I was making it up to you. I was doing good.

I meant my aim, too. You're seeing what you want to see.

You lied to me to get into my house. That's good, now?

Edited 2012-01-10 22:36 (UTC)

No. No. I, wanted to be in your house. With you. And there just happened to be something there we needed.

To protect you and the town.

You still used me.

You offered leftovers!

Speaking of, are you always hungry? I am always hungry.

I'm not talking about it with you.

[ so: yes. ]

Jenna, we can compare notes.

Logan-- keep your eyes on your own paper.

Just,a hint. If it's A, cough. B, scratch the back of your ear.

Sorry, it's C: none of the above.

You didn't stretch. You're supposed to stretch if it's C.

I'm not playing this game with you.

[ And the moment of nostalgia. Gone. ]

Maybe we'll see each other in Anatole.

[ jenna isn't ruthlessly shoving down wistful feelings at ALL what do you mean. ]

Maybe we will.

Edited 2012-01-11 22:37 (UTC)

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