Saturday
December 9, 2023
 #galvanize
Silvia Galván wrecked things, though this was unintentional. An obsessive diviner, she was always ready to spearhead and galvanize. Fitful, it took a lot to hold her down. Cyclones did less damage than our Silvia. She would go overboard and pop up again laughing, unscathed.
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Sunday
December 10, 2023
#lycanthropy
It wasn't enough that I had menses on my hands every month. Now there's the unwanted hair and torrents of blood and gore that come with the moon as well, and who knows which bastard gave me the lycanthropy. I thought crabs were bad. Give the doxie Doxycycline, they muttered.
Slash!
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Monday
December 11, 2023
#volant
The volley of angry words gave way to volant objects, a shoe, a glass, and several plates. Fat middle fingers signaled the end of one reign of terror, and the beginning of another, complete with a Napoleonic exile to the downstairs pull-out sofa. Tomorrow's another day.
Thanks, Nathan.