P.S. Internal Strife

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P.S. Internal Strife
October 22 2003 at 6:39 PM
Harbinger of Death 

“Where’s my bottle, bitch?” Pride snarled. Envy looked up passively.

“I took it.”

“Why?” Pride demanded.

“I coveted it,” she said simply.

Pride rolled her eyes and snorted. “I get so tired of your coveting.”

“I get tired of your arrogance,” Envy countered. “Everybody knows I’m supposed to have green. Green with envy. You know. Besides, peacock blue suits you so well.”

Pride couldn’t argue. “It does, doesn’t it?”

“Okay, then. You use that one. I get green.”

“Oh, fine. Have it your way.”
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