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"Like, ten billion thousand. Because snapping is not a Jesus-thing."

ON A SCALE OF 1-10 HOW SCARED FOR YOUR LIFE WOULD YOU BE IF MY CHARACTER SUDDENLY SNAPPED?

"Mm? Is that so?"

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26 x

26: Talk about things you do when you’re sick. 

When I get sick, it’s a rare occurrence. I’m normally the healthy one of the group, because I watch my diet closely and, well, I guess I am blessed to have my health.

But when I am sick, I get very sick.

My mother would care for me, but she’s not here anymore. Thankfully, again, I am blessed to have such loving friends, who are willing to help everyone - including me. One time, I got super ill, and Tabatha helped me, despite my…Stubborn attempts to send her away. On reflection, i realise that such behaviour was childish, and I couldn’t be more thankful to have Tabatha in my life.

But, generally, I just need to sleep off my ills. I refuse painkillers and such, out of principle. I drink a lot of cold tea, and I free my body of foods. 

But the good thing about being ill nowadays (touch wood it won’t happen again soon) is the fact that I have Judas with me now. He is good at convincing me not to go out and preach when I’m having my bad days. He is good at making me see sense. And he is a comfort in himself, whether I’m ill or not.

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I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At The Disco

I chime in with a"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"No, it's much better to face these kinds of thingsWith a sense of poise and rationality.

The couple were always good at picking their moments. Apparently. Philip didn't know where they were storing their energy; perhaps they were like camels, in that they had extra humps or something.

Speaking of humps, and back to the point of his irritable, internal rant...

The apostle threw back his sleeping bag, sighing as he unzipped the tent door; it would be cold tonight, he knew. Still, this was for the good of the camp, and the Lord would surely thank him in the morning. He was always too kind, the Lord, and, so, he would never intrude when people were...ahem.

"Would you keep it down please?" Philip asked, at first - quiet, and shy. There came no response, but something that sounded as if it might have been a groan from Simon. "Oi!" He tried again, a little more loudly now. Then, there came a series of incoherent muttering between the couple. And then a giggle. And then they continued. 

Philip kicked at the tent now, and knew he shouldn't have done it, but he couldn't take another night of sleeplessness. He heard a gasp from inside, and then silence. With a satisfied sigh, he turned away and made for his own tent. 

Little did he know, Simon and Tabs were right behind him, arms folded, and Tabs dressed in Simon's shirt, whilst Simon had a blanket wrapped around his waist.

Someone cleared their throat - probably Tabs.

Phil turned around, and jumped. "Fuck, guys!" He exclaimed, hand over his now-racing heart. "Don't do that!"

"Next time you pull, we're going to make you life a living Hell." Smirked Tabs, although Philip couldn't interpret whether or not she was joking or being completely serious.

"That's fine, because, unlike some, I follow the Lord's rules, and I remain chaste."

"Bullshit."

"...Your point is?"

"Just you wait, Phil. Just you wait."

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'… So what do you call it, then?'

"....I don't."

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{ You will never escape now. :’) }

{Should I be running away? ;)}

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'I'm pregnant and it's yours.'

{oh my goodness xD}

"......Are you sure?"

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January 26th

Tabatha seems to be settling in well since I brought her here. In fact, I think she's settled in too well, and it is a frightening situation to watch; The Twelve struggled for months when I first brought them together, because they missed their home comforts, and their families. But Tabatha is seeming to close herself from all of this. She's trying not to remember her past at all, and it's dangerous. I fear for her.

I've been keeping an eye on her, and I think that she is beginning to notice; we exchange sideways glances, and I can see it in her eyes; she knows. I wish to talk with her about it, yet I haven't the heart to. Not yet. She still requires time to figure out her feelings for herself - even if she is merely concealing them right now.

But it's not all that bad; Tabatha has made some close friends already, which is vitally important when placed in such a bizarre, lonesome situation such as this. She has support from everyone - especially Simon. I've never seen Simon take to anyone like this before. It makes me smile just thinking about it. Perhaps he is feeling responsible for her - perhaps he is showing this through being protective - because, in a way, she is vulnerable - especially now. Simon has always been fiercely protective of those who he finds to be vulnerable, I've noticed. Is that why he always fusses over me?

Anyway, I've learned that Tabatha likes chocolate a lot, so I often bring some to her as a means of making simple conversation. After all, it's the little things that truly make a difference in someone's life, and something as simple as a smile and an "how are you feeling?" can make someone's day a million times better. I'll keep watching her for now, and i will continue to pray for her.