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bc @3-int did it and i’m a copycaaat

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A woman in a black cowboy hat and leather armor stepped in behind him, removing her metal-rimmed sunglasses. Her eyes were a much lighter color than her skin. “Howdy,” she said, waving. “I don’t know if you remember me. Solomon said your memory was gone. Brought you something, though.”

She handed a small plastic bottle to Doc Mitchell, whose face lit up. “Knew you’d find a stash somewhere.” He turned to Sara and placed two small pills in her hand. “Low-dose Med-X. Ran out before you woke up, so I had Helena scavenge a bit.”

Helena snorted. “It beat sitting around listening to Ludwig flirt with the shopkeep. And the bartender. And the robot.” Her accent was pleasantly peculiar, trilling her R’s and annunciating her consonants, even through her drawl.

Sara smiled. “Well, thanks for this. I should be used to my head feeling like it's being kicked in all the time, but meds work better.”

“Don’t mention it,” the woman said, waving her off. “I’m happy you recovered. What do you remember from that night? Who shot you?”

She almost choked on the pills.

“She’s been sayin’ she ain’t ready to talk about it,” Doc Mitchell filled in while she downed the rest of her water. “Ain’t exactly a pleasant thing to recount.”

“It is still one of the only things she can recount, yeah?” Helena crossed her arms, but held a placid expression. “And she’s the only one who can.”

Doc Mitchell opened his mouth to respond, but Sara interjected. “No, she’s right. I’m the only witness to what happened in that graveyard.” She turned towards Helena. “As soon as I’m allowed to leave this house, I’ll tell you all about it. Promise.”

She nodded, sliding her shades back in place. “Good. I hope the rest of your healing continues smoothly.” She tipped her hat and made for the exit. “See you ‘round.”

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writing vulpes into my fic like

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

chapter 4 is up!! thank u to whoever gave me my first kudos, i owe u my LIFE

presenting to you lines such as:

Ludwig didn't know how to respond. And neither did anyone else in the saloon, because everyone could clearly hear her, as the room was small and her selectively-lisped voice was loud. The resounding silence was almost impressive.

and

Helena disliked Chet. He was... what was the phrase... a punk-ass bitch.

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Defeated, Solomon sighed and crossed his arms. “Well, I'm sure there's another way to get the data off it. Let it stick with us for a while.”

“Let him stick with us, you mean.”

“ED-E is a robot,” Helena deadpanned. “It is sexless.”

Sara pouted and pulled the eyebot into another hug, which it didn't seem to mind. “He's a baby boy and I love him.”

i am clinically unable to stop dropping memes in my writing

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

chapter three is up!! ft. Cheyenne being a Very Good Girl, and Sunny and Trudy calling each other “babe” and “darlin”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The moment of confusion was just a flash across his face before he made an ‘O’ with his full lips. And then he let out a long, “Oooooooohhhhh. Ohh no. Oh. Dang, they really did a number on you, didn’t they?”

She nodded, pointing at her left temple. “Yeah, I… I guess a bullet to the head will do that to someone.”

“Two bullets,” Doc Mitchell piped in, otherwise playing as a witness to the retrouvailles. “We dug out two nine-millimeter bullets from yer noggin there.”

She blinked at him. “I’m sorry. Two? Someone shot me twice, in the head, and I survived?”

you think waking up with a hangover is bad???

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