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His rage turned quickly to guilt. Lexx’s surface thoughts were open when he was asleep and sometimes awake. He could lock his thoughts away, but Chel? She was an open book if anyone found out she had a relay and anyone probing might find out.
Lexx tossed the book without a word, swinging his left arm out to make Chel let go of him. Quietly, followed by an air of intense brooding, Lexx departed from the living area back to the bunkroom. He didn’t say anything.
'What'd I do?' Chel glanced after him, kneeling to quickly retrieve her notebook. She was mildly hurt by the way Lexx had acted. There was no figuring him out. She hadn’t appreciated him taking the book from her and teasing her with it, but now he was angry and she just didn’t understand what she’d done.
5 thoughts on “January 13, 2003”
KM
You guilt-tripped him Chel. It is a great and terrible poet. Use it wisely.
KM
What! Poet? I hate you auto correct! Power. I meant POWER!
Ogre
Power…. Unlimited POWER!!! -cackles like Palpatine-
MargarineCup
Poets… Unlimited POETS!!! -begins cracking up like a mentally insane person-
Storel
“With great poet comes great responsibility.” — Alternate-universe version of Peter Parker’s Uncle Ben.
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