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by
Karina Halle
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February 6 - February 7, 2025
“fuck me gently with a chainsaw” from Heathers?).
Starting off strong with a Heathers reference
I live in a small town smack in the mid-south of the province of British Columbia. There are about ten thousand full-time residents in North Ridge,
Small town my ass, i grew up in a town with (as of 2023) 1,895 people. And it was an island so you know eachother real real well. Then I went to boarding school in a town that legit had 420 residents
I’m a little bit embarrassed he shot me down so fast,
I mean he’s only told you to stop 40 times
which is one reason why she’ll never be an SAR dog, along with the fact that she’ll only use her nose if food is involved. If a medium-rare steak and baked potato ever went missing in the woods, only then would she be the first one to find it.
Same with why none of our dogs are bomb dogs, my husband can dream though
He retired from the army too early and still thinks he’s running a platoon.
They never stop thinking that. Usually if they’re high up or in a heavy combat role they never leave military adjacent jobs either. I’m going to have to tie up my husband when he retires so he doesn’t go off and join the FBI bomb squad. Regular army eod already gave me a heart attack, I don’t need fbi attached
maybe they secretly harbor dreams of being some adventurous, tattooed tough chick.
Doesn’t everyone?
“How could you,” he says to me, icicles for teeth. “How could you love someone else? Didn’t you learn anything?”
Oh god, that’s traumatizing. I’d need therapy for a solid year after this dream
but I add bananas, walnuts, slices of bacon, and top it with brown sugar instead of maple syrup. I know, how anti-Canadian of me to forgo the syrup that’s supposed to run through our veins.
That’s a fucking sin. I’m a red-blooded Alabama woman and still have never not had syrup on my pancakes. But I do put brown sugar on my poutine so maybe I would be labeled a terrorist in Canada anyway
Death is wholly inflexible.
It takes and it takes and it takes, but we keep living anyway. (My husband just made me rewatch Hamilton for the 30th time, my apologies)
“He’s made a full recovery but…after what happened, well I’m sure the government will take good care of him.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, tell me you’re never worked for the government without telling me you’ve never worked for the government. Although maybe in Canada it’s better
His lips are mashed against mine,
THIS IS NOT PROPER CONFLICT RESOLUTION
“He doesn’t want anything to do with this team anymore. You both scarred him for life.
I would be scarred for life if I too saw my boss and colleague getting it on in the local bars bathroom
“I fucking love you, Riley Clarke,” I tell her. Her mouth drops open. “You do?” she manages to say, her voice a whisper.
See I always thought it was bad that the first time my husband and I exchanged I love you’s was in the back of my Volkswagen…but these two blew us out of the water. Doing it in front of the HR guy that is there to fire you for sexual misconduct is wicked
“Sorry I made you publicly declare your love. It wasn’t my intention.”
William’s going to have to go to group therapy with Jace now
Sam, who is unfortunately dressed in a boring navy-blue rescue suit like the rest of us. He’s the newest member of our team, no longer a volunteer.
They never stay in retirement
