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thursday night, roxy's room
[ it's another strilonde sleepover, this time with actual sleeping. because it's like. 2am. or whatever.

admittedly nightmares featuring one's lack of self-worth and loneliness with extra alcohol don't really help facilitate actual sleeping, but she's not going to stab a b over it. she is the allegorical cockroach, it's her. the allegorical cockroach is just sleeping not-peacefully, up on the top bunk with dave on the bunk below.

dave is an allegorical question mark, though roxy has her Suspicions. but she hasn't asked, since until recently she hasn't felt it was really her business. sure she's his genetic mom and all but if he doesn't want to discuss his not-that-subtle issues who is she to pry? some random girl, that's who.

but when dave's allegorical question mark nightmare issues cause her to be woken up at ass o'clock and tumble out of her bunk expecting Death, then it's definitely her business DAVE WHAT THE FUCK ]
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thursday night, roxy's room.
[ because all teen sons just want to have a slumber party with their moms. they're probably mostly just sitting there, playing with their tablets like the nerds they are. ]

I wish we could pester everyone back home, let 'em know what's the haps.

[ TG: were in space shit is gettin weird
TG: may have a killer ai idk yet well see

from either of them, actually. ]
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Week 0. And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon... Little boy blue and the man on the moon...
Week 1. You could've been getting down to this sick beat.
Week 2. We do what we must. Because we can. For the good of all of us. Except the ones who are dead.
Week 3. Fifty words for murder, and I'm every one of them.
Week 4. Baby, there's a price to pay. I'm a genie in a bottle, you gotta ask me the right way.
Week 5. Bury me in concrete to my teeth.
Week 6. But it's the devil that's trying to hold me down.
Week 7. Between the good and bad's where you'll find me reaching for heaven.
Week 8. Two can keep a secret, if one of them is dead.
Week 9. Oh, Lord, heaven knows, We belong way down below. Oh, Lord, tell us so, We belong way down below.
Week 10. And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me." I can't help this awful energy. Goddamn right, you should be scared of me.

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