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Nope.
I'm a chicken, I freely admit it. A wimp too. I learned a long time ago that I can't read death stories without breaking down crying, and it seems that I'm not much better about writing them. My heart found out that my mind was planning on killing off Blair and launched an instant rebellion. I decided to keep them both appeased by writing something that is, mostly, the story I set out to write: Jim dealing with loosing Blair, and how that loss affects him as a person, a cop and a Sentinel. I just brought Blair back at the end. My mind is currently very disgusted with me.
Killing our little guppy never felt right anyway. Not like this at any rate. A real death story should have touching last words, Jim weeping uncontrollably over the body, that sort of stuff.
What?
Why are you looking at me like that?
What did I say?
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