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[teaserving]

hey you all had your turn with question asking and advice shit welll guess what its my turn ive paid my dues or whatever

the moon goons in white coats dont know how to answer this so here's a question for you if you're daead at home but you got revived on the fuckin moon what do you think happens when abruptly you get sent back huh what then
are we fucked
am i going back to wine heaven
or doiwake up with dirt in my mouth fuck you giorno

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[teaserving]

well i wouldnt be surviving anyway right
just back to whatever afterlife it was
i shouldnt even be bitching i have a chance when other people deserve it more than me
i dont want to just loe everything
ha ive nver been good at just accepting

[doreimi]

It was heaven. You went to heaven, that's how it is.

Is drinking really making you feel less afraid, though? I know it's not making you happier.

[teaserving]

i was miserable about heaven too

no
i was hoping itd make me pass out at this point ot behonest

[doreimi]

I don't think that's how heaven works.

[What she almost types, but doesn't, is you weren't there long enough to have an opinion, but that's a flash of sudden and unnecessary meanness that actually startles her when she discovers it. It's right around there that she starts to realize that maybe this topic has more of a effect on her than she otherwise might have anticipated, and that's...

Sometimes I forget that everyone hasn't had as long as I have to get used to being dead.

She's really not being fair to Abbacchio with thoughts like that, is she.]

You should go to bed instead. I can come over and help you get cleaned up for it, if you need me to.

[teaserving]

maybe it's just different for everyone
or i didn't even go there

no.
i dont want you to look at me right now

im sorry im a shit brother

[doreimi]

You're MY brother, and I don't want any other one but you.

Promise me I can come see you tomorrow. Okay? If I agree to leave you alone tonight.

[teaserving]

ok
i promise