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True story
I sleep with a spear by my bed.
I swear it.
One of those big ol balanced ones with the bulbous feathery red puff right below the tip.
One of these days, an unfortunate thief is going to break into my room.
When it happens, how am I going to explain to the police that there is a legitimate reason why there is a dead man in my living room with a spear in his chest?
No, really. Tell me.
I want to hear your suggestions.
Truely,
~Kigs
I swear it.
One of those big ol balanced ones with the bulbous feathery red puff right below the tip.
One of these days, an unfortunate thief is going to break into my room.
When it happens, how am I going to explain to the police that there is a legitimate reason why there is a dead man in my living room with a spear in his chest?
No, really. Tell me.
I want to hear your suggestions.
Truely,
~Kigs
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I'm not sure whether to be scared of comforted :|