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[vicodincrutch]

I demand an explaination for this. No. I'm not talking about Claire.

I know that it doesn't make sense. That's a cop out. Everyone says that this place has no logic, but everything makes sense somehow in its way. There's a method or mode that it's exicuted. Is there a quota to be filled? Some kind of a request order for some preestablished critieria for those that stay or go?

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Four years and twenty three days. I mean, if we want to be exact.

[adamantined]

In four years and twenty-three days, have you ever been able to find any kind of sense in someone leaving? I mean real sense. None of that 'it was their time' crap.

It doesn't make it any easier if you find some kind of logical answer anyway. It still happens. It doesn't stop sucking.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

No. I got lazy and distracted by the sick people.

Don't start with me on what does and does not suck.

[adamantined]

You seriously don't have to be a dick. Really, just this once.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Something has to be consistent.

[adamantined]

No it doesn't. You aren't some constant in some math problem, this isn't some equation. Robert left. Consistency can go out the window if you've got enough of a pulse.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Have you thought that it's what they want you to believe? They want you to believe that everything is random. They want you to believe that nothing is normal.

[adamantined]

Have you looked around at all in four years? Nothing here is normal. The only thing that's normal is us, and half the time we're screwed up enough on our own that it cancels out. People leaving, Robert leaving, just like that, that isn't normal. But missing them is.

I don't care what they want me to think or believe. I'm not talking about them. I'm talking about you.