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gabriel: g-d is my strength hastie: speedy or quick henry: ruler of the home edward: keeper of the money
the immense conflict of interest that comes from utters being lawyer to both lanyon & j
utters: if you go out, you might pass out in a drain pipe! hyde: oh yeah? don’t threaten me with a good time!
how to casually convince your best friend to be your drug dealer
bonus:
the perfect recipe for disaster
Failed Duty (edited version - original here) I believe I could have saved him if only he allowed me. It pains me to know how much of his suffering was caused by a demon borne of his own flesh. I recall with fascinated horror how he would return after months of absence and resume playing the role of the good host as if he had never been gone, partial excuses permeating the air like freshly captured fish along a pier. His colleague was closer in relation to him than any of us were ever aware of and far more destructive: the truth now rests in front of me, a contorted body swaddled in over-sized clothing; I wish he would have told me.
Failed Duty I believe I could have saved him if only he allowed me. It pains me to know how much he suffered in silence with a demon borne from his own flesh. I recall with fascinated horror how he would return after months of absence and resume like he had never been gone, partial excuses filling the air with a foul stench. His colleague was closer in relation to him than any of us were ever aware of and far more destructive. The truth now rests in front of me, a contorted body swaddled in over-sized clothing; I wish he would have told me.
“To this rule, Dr. Jekyll was no exception; and as he now sat on the opposite side of the fire--a large, well-made, smooth-faced man of fifty, with something of a slyish cast perhaps, but every mark of capacity and kindness-- you could see by his looks that he cherished for Mr. Utterson a sincere and warm affection.”