John

I sat there, staring at my reflection, or rather, my NOT reflection, for an indeterminate amount of time. It was strange. It was a horrible, ugl- OW! Damnit, Twi.

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Okay, yes, fine. I guess that was un-called for, and a bit rude.

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Okay, FINE. A lot rude. I'm sorry. Now, the Transcriber is sitting there, writing down what I say into this frick-fraggin mike, while he can't hear what you say. So, not only is he confused, so is everybody reading this. So, can we please just get this the fuck over with? It's strange enough already going back through and dredging up painful memories that really fucked my life sideways.

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Yes, it was painful adjusting to HAVING A VOICE IN MY HEAD. I cannot tell you how many times I had a FUCKING PANIC ATTACK because, 'Oh, hey! You got a voice in your head!' It was strange! I didn't know how to deal with that!

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Right. Like you weren't freaking the hell out up there?

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Uh huh. I believe you.

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H-hey now. Let's not go there rig-

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TWILIGHT! WHY?! I DIDN'T NEED OR WANT TO REMEMBER THAT! WHY WHY WH-

Apologies. The recording cut off after that. It appears as though they care for each other, and yet do not know how to express it. Oh, well. You know how it goes. They talk, I transcribe, you read. That's about as simple as it gets.

Author's Note

So, uh...

Yeah...

That happened.