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NOTE TO SELF:

Moya has her oil-change scheduled for next Wednesday at 6:30!!!!!

Thank you.

Random drabble theatre.

Who she is has always changed from moment to moment. She has been whatever suited the situation best. Friend, lover, enemy, den mother, assassin, mercenary, wife, freak. Countless other rolls that she has stepped into and stepped out of with an effortlessness that decries luck and defies logic.

Life, death, love, lust, all in one or none at all and she sometimes crashes to the shores of her lack of a real life and wonders.

Then life drags her back and tumbles her under and she is lost to all but luck again.

Guns, ammo and blood.

She always laughs.

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Hrm.