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So far, our two guests are holding up, despite the heavy shit they’ve been through.
Abby’s doing pretty well, video games are a solid distraction, I guess.
Zoé tried to convince them to ride all the way with us to Boston, get some IDs and fly back witht us to the Nest. She went all out, telling them what a good place it is and what a nice community.
Rose looked as if she’d rather jump right out of the window and I can relate.
Walk a mile in their shoes and tell me you’d trust a stranger promising this kinda bullshit. Even if it’s true.
Zoé didn’t let go, though, pestered her until they at least promised to consider it and stay in contact.
Think that’s where the proverb featuring hell and good intentions comes from.
Anyway, it’s been a quiet day it’s my turn to drive the RV.
Let’s hope it stays that way…
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Let me… Let me tell you the story of a girl I once kinda liked.
She had a difficult childhood. Which isn’t her fault.
She had a rough time on the streets with many dangers and evil people. Which wasn’t her fault.
But obviously she had a very patient fairy godmother who brought her through the first 16 years of her life ‘cause she fucks up everything she ever touches and should be ten times dead by now. Which absolutely can’t be her fault, since, you know, nobody fucks shit up so much all by their own.
It’s also not her fault that she had the bad luck to run over a category 10 free spirit called Daio. You really can’t blame the poor girl from my story that she literally can’t drive to save her life.
And since she magically never is responsible for anything she ever does, it’s also not her fault that she’s a fucking coward who’d rather let her best friend take the fall for her incompetence
or bad luck and subsequent lack of guts.
And the moral of the story?
If you’re Zoé you can get away with everything, because nothing is ever your fault and everyone else is an asshole. You never need to take responsibility or try to learn or even change.
Life is just unfair and you can’t do anything against it.
And as long as you have friends you can rely on them to take the hits for you.
Strongarmed into a spirit pact?
No problem if you fucked up! Nebraska’s here to bite the bullet and now has to lend her body to this particularly crafty spirit for a day.
Just when I thought Zoé couldn’t probably score less in my book, she pulled this thing off.
At least I won’t doubt this anymore now…