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[acaseofyou]

they say that death is a tragedy it comes once, and it's over

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[yeahmagnets]

Yeah, I don't know why they even use these flimsy paper bags. Half the time the bottom falls out, or the handles rip off. Total tragedy, yo.

[ Jesse speaks as he takes the bag that Birdie hands to him. He makes sure to cradle the bottom of the bag with an arm, feeling the warmth emanating from it. ]

Sweet, it's still hot even.

[ Props to the delivery lady. He walks slow, lingering so Birdie can catch up. He pulls the door open, leaning against it to hold it open as Birdie walks in. A shove with his foot, and the door swings shut. The house is decorated the same way a middle-aged woman may have decorated it years ago. There are floral prints on the furniture, long lacy curtains covering the windows dingy with years of cigarette smoke swirling through them.

He sets the bag of food down carefully on the coffee table, picking up some odds and ends that are cluttering the surface and scurrying into the kitchen to shove them on the table in there. It's not filthy or anything, but his scatter-brained state as of late shows in the way things seem to have been forgotten here and there, not much order to where things are placed aside from the dusty remnants of decor left behind by his late aunt. ]

Want anything to drink? I think I got a few beers, water. Might have some Mountain Dew left.