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Dec. 5th, 2004 03:45 amRoland, in his room, is still plugging away at Green Eggs and Ham...or at least that's what it would look like to the observer. In reality, Roland is seeing bats coalesce into a woman-shape. Over, and over, and over.
And then there was the man with red eyes and fangs.
And then there was Joe...defending the bat-thing-woman.
And Meg.
And Anthy, standing there. Just standing there. With...purple hair.
He pulls himself out of his thoughts, and running a finger under the text, reads out loud, "I do not like them, Sam-I-am."
Concentrate, gunslinger.
And then there was the man with red eyes and fangs.
And then there was Joe...defending the bat-thing-woman.
And Meg.
And Anthy, standing there. Just standing there. With...purple hair.
He pulls himself out of his thoughts, and running a finger under the text, reads out loud, "I do not like them, Sam-I-am."
Concentrate, gunslinger.
