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Val, I'm On Bourbon—” “i Will Not Venture Down That Street Of Crass Iniquities And Plebeian Horror, Acheron. It Is The Cesspit Of Humanity. Don‟t Even Ask It.” Ash Rolled His Eyes At The Roman‟s Arrogant Tone. “i Need You In The Swamp.” Silence Answered Him. "we Have A Situation." “where Do You Need Me?

He Was Like Some Wild, Untamed Creature That You Could Keep And Feed For A Time, But In The End You Knew You'd Have To Let It Go For Its Own Sake As Well As Yours.

Come Home With Me, Acheron. I’ll Make It Well Worth Your While. (artemis) I Have A Headache. (acheron) You’ve Had A Headache For Two Hundred Years! (artemis) And You’ve Had Pms For Eleven Thousand. (acheron)

We’re Always Alone. You Can Be In A Crowded Room And Still Feel The Bite Of Loneliness. Personally, I Find That It Bites Deepest Whenever Others Are Around.

Is He A Good Boy? (cherise) No, Mom, He’s Satan Incarnate. In Fact, Once It’s Over, We’re Going To Get Liquored Up And Tattooed, Then Find Some Cheap Hos And Have A Good Time With His Trust Fund. (nick)