The locations of Fictional Indiana towns.
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I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ.
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When Eddie is stuck in the hospital, Max a couple rooms away, both of them achey and tired down to the bone, they watch a lot of TV. There’s only so much either of them can do when there isn’t someone visiting them, so they start watching the same channels. When the nurses that are willing to wheel Eddie over to Max’s room are on duty, they’ll watch it actually together, or they’ll talk about the latest program they watched together-apart.
It’s how they find him. Max has never been really tried art. She appreciated it, absolutely, loved the art that went into a surf board and her skateboard and even fashion. But she’d never really done art. Eddie would sit and talk her through the bits she couldn’t quite see still, would explain the details Bob was adding. He loved it, loved sitting with Max, loved feeling a little more normal.
One of those days, Joyce comes to visit them. After gentle hugs and genuine, endearing questions about how they were doing, she looked at the TV and broke into a huge, soft smile.
“Will loves this show. Haven’t seen it since the last time he was stuck in the hospital.”
She sits down, one hand in Max’s, shoulder pressed oh-so-gently against Eddie’s, and watch Bob Ross paint happy little trees.
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tragic! this faggot finally has an opportunity to go to the fun out of town gay bar and the weather is so weird she can't figure out how to serve cunt in a god honoring way
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James: Where are you all from again?
Alastair: I was born in Paris.
Cordelia: Tehran!
Matthew: Idris.
James: I’m sorry.
Matthew, a little louder: I SAID IDRIS!
James: No, I heard. I’m just sorry for you all.
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