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I drove past the former site of the bomb today. Nothing remains but a trench marked with fluttery ribbon; a soldier up to his waist in earth, wielding a very small spade; and one small flag.
Pellinor told me a small flag was a vital piece of emergency equipment. I scoffed.
EDIT: The flag is yellow. This is, perhaps, Significant.
Pellinor told me a small flag was a vital piece of emergency equipment. I scoffed.
EDIT: The flag is yellow. This is, perhaps, Significant.
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Date: 2008-04-01 04:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-01 04:38 pm (UTC)(flails with barely - okay, not at all - restrained anger)
(Writes up scathing fuck you message and flounces off)
(Comes back for one last parting shot)
I was right and you were wrong, so NYAAAAAAAHH!!!
(flounces away again, shaking booty in provocative manner as I go)
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Date: 2008-04-01 04:53 pm (UTC)*vaguely cites various vaguely defined "clever people I know" who have all said that I was right*
*uses lots of CAPITALS to hide the fact that I don't actually have the faintest memory of what the flame war was about, or what position I was arguing back then, but that DOESN'T MATTER AT ALL because I was RIGHT.*
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Date: 2008-04-01 09:43 pm (UTC)I didn't get to read the whole story of the bomb until it was already over and your post was mostly edits. :) I always enjoy a happy ending. Well, mostly always. Certainly in this case.
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Date: 2008-04-02 06:11 pm (UTC)