and because we are us, i don't know which you mean when you say the 'dark side'.
the brownies have m&m's in them, which peter has always thought was a little twee, but they're a hell of a lot better than prison food, so he eats them with relish. he even eats the strange yellow lumps that the letter claims are oatmeal cookies, though he highly doubts this is true. lucy, susan, and edmund all wrote on the same sheet of paper, and edmund's tight scribble in the middle section reads, i baked them, you bastard, and i didn't even let anyone help me. see how you like it.
lucy, when writing, drops the cockney. her cursive is wide and looping and sometimes she forgets to cross her t's. edmund set the kitchen on fire with the first batch so please slop going to prison.
in the margin, ed's tight scribble: it was only a few dishrags.
susan's cursive is small and neat and her lines, unlike lucy's, are parallel to the bottom of the page. to anyone else it seems she's talking about mundane things, how they are getting on in the civilized world, which tv shows have become her favorite and which restaurant she dined at last week. what it really said was this: we're going to new york to lay groundwork. tumnus has a lead. try to refrain from waving your dick around in prison, ed will be jealous. we'll see your corrected self in a few months.
he smiles to himself and eats another not-an-oatmeal-cookie. new york. it has been a while since he's been back east...
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the brownies have m&m's in them, which peter has always thought was a little twee, but they're a hell of a lot better than prison food, so he eats them with relish. he even eats the strange yellow lumps that the letter claims are oatmeal cookies, though he highly doubts this is true. lucy, susan, and edmund all wrote on the same sheet of paper, and edmund's tight scribble in the middle section reads, i baked them, you bastard, and i didn't even let anyone help me. see how you like it.
lucy, when writing, drops the cockney. her cursive is wide and looping and sometimes she forgets to cross her t's. edmund set the kitchen on fire with the first batch so please slop going to prison.
in the margin, ed's tight scribble: it was only a few dishrags.
susan's cursive is small and neat and her lines, unlike lucy's, are parallel to the bottom of the page. to anyone else it seems she's talking about mundane things, how they are getting on in the civilized world, which tv shows have become her favorite and which restaurant she dined at last week. what it really said was this: we're going to new york to lay groundwork. tumnus has a lead. try to refrain from waving your dick around in prison, ed will be jealous. we'll see your corrected self in a few months.
he smiles to himself and eats another not-an-oatmeal-cookie. new york. it has been a while since he's been back east...