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I can understand why young men signed up for the civil war…anything better than a life standing still.

bella-hyper:

Right. Sometimes I forget everyone around here isn’t from Rosewood. Especially since everyone I’ve met so far has known most of their friends since pre-K. Sorry. 

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It’s okay! No need to apologize! A lot of my friends are alum and it’s a common mistake, I promise! 

bella-hyper:

Well that must’ve been terrible for them. I assume with some of the teachers around and especially the Trunchbull running things the ‘my toenail is gone’ excuse only worked for so long. 

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Oh, Iunno! I’m sure Rosewood had some kids like that on their team, too. We never had a Trunchbull-like figure, you know? It was pretty normal at IMSA. Well, as normal as it ever gets there.

bella-hyper:

Does this happen to you often?

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I don’t know if I’d say often. I know some guys in high school that seemed to always be missing a toenail! But I guess I’ve had them before.

blair-bueller:

Well, is there anything I could do. I mean, I’m not touching it. That’s where I cross the line. But there has to be something I could do right?

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I’m okay. I’ll probably end up popping it when I get home. And then start looking at better shoes for long distance. But thanks for the offer!

blair-bueller:

Ugh, Landon. How are you even standing right now?

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I took off my shoes, so that makes it a little better.

bella-hyper:

Do you need Neosporin? I think I still have a tube in the glove box of my car. 

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No, I’m okay. I’ll just sterilize a needle and stuff when I get home!

First under-the-nail blister of the season. And it’s only August!

schuyleroftrilamb:

Where’s the ice? [Schuyler was not in a good mood, not after being hit by Jensen Ryan and not being able to find the ice pack was making him even more pissed off.] Stupid, fucking Alpha Betas.

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Oh my goodness! Schuyler! Wait, yeah, yeah, let me look, let me look… [Landon began frantically looking before he saw a cooler of ice and a napkin. He hoped the napkin hadn’t been used. He grabbed a handful of ice, putting it in the napkin, reaching up to put it on Schuyler’s face] What happened? Are you okay? Is there anything else wrong? Is there anything I can do for you? What do you mean? Do you think you have a concussion? Or is it just a black eye?