"Tell me about it," Owen agrees. "Sucks big time when your fatal wound still effing itches, but you can't even have a cup of coffee - or anything else that requires bodily functions. At-flippin'-all."
Accused of being nice? he wonders. Aloud, he says, "That I can well believe. People, they just stab you in the back however nice you are."
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Date: 2009-07-03 08:52 pm (UTC)Accused of being nice? he wonders. Aloud, he says, "That I can well believe. People, they just stab you in the back however nice you are."