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[addams]

A word to you, my thief; my enslaver from the shadows; the woman who intends to tear me from my home and my family so she might dash me to pieces against the crumbling walls of a Stepfordian nightmare that drives its inhabitants to unending despair:

I only hope Wednesday will one day aspire to such high ambitions as yours. Your husband is a lucky, lucky man.



...well, what are you waiting for? You told me stories of the rising dead, a carnival of terror and an insane, paranoid man orchestrating everything from where he's hidden himself in a child's body. I'd like to meet the fellow. Is he a golfer, by chance?

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[neverwavering]

Hopefully she doesn't let you go to waste.

[gorgonfondness]

Goodness. And to think my husband looks at me funny just because I like gorgons.

I believe he's met your Wednesday years ago. Considering things didn't last too long with her, she likely lived up to your expectations.

[lifes_short_pop]

*blink*

*blink*

"Are you crazy?"