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I can't take this anymore. I can't.

First it's raining, then it's blazing sunshine, then it's raining again. It's like the weather's gone on a bloody bender.

At least I haven't been bitten to hell. The insects just love William and Phineas at the moment. It's keeping them distracted while I do some last-minute packing.

Heh heh.

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I don't think the weather's been all that bad.

Are you packing for the camp?

Try sleeping in a bedroom with a flat roof and then tell me that this weather hasn't been all that bad.

Yeah, I am. Any chance to get away from here, I'll take it.

I have.

Well, camp is soon and then classes aren't until September. What are you going to do until then?

The same thing I usually do.

Deal with it.

There are better things to do than just deal with it.

Oh? And what would you suggest, not knowing a damn thing about the situation I'm in?

I don't have to know about your situation to know that just dealing with other people is the worst you can do. It only makes them worse.

In that case you're severely misunderstanding my phrasing.

Or you can't admit I'm right? I don't know anything. I don't. But I live with bullies, and if you just "deal" with it, you're really not dealing with anything.

'Deal with it', as in 'shut up and'. By 'dealing' with it I stay as much out of my brothers' way as possible. It's worked well enough for me so far and believe me when I say there is no other way for me to go about it.

There is. If you run, they're never going to let you stop. You're letting them walk all over you.

And we come back to you knowing nothing about my situation. Perhaps if you did you'd not be so quick to judge me.

Feeling sorry for yourself isn't going to make things work. If you weren't so defensive, maybe I would understand.

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rule_britannia - 2012-07-24 15:01 (UTC) - Expand

AiN't It AlWaYs ThAt WaY iN tHe MoThErFuCkIn SuMmEr FoR yOu?

Oh, Jesus.

Usually it decides to stay one way or the other for more than a day at a time.

WoAh. It'S aLwAyS dOiNg SoMeThInG nEw WhErE i LiVe, It'S kInDa NiCe.
AiN't NeVeR kNoWiNg WhAt To ExPeCt.

Where is it that you live?

PeNcLaWdD!

[And Wales is even more notorious than England for its rainy summers, especially by the sea.]

That explains a lot.

[He knows this very well indeed]

oH, mAn, DoEs It? HoW cOmE?

The stereotype of the Welsh really plays out in you.

Not that I ever particularly minded the Welsh.

HuH?

[The only Welsh stereotypes that comes to mind for Gamzee is that all Welsh are labour-voting Methodists, or that they all can sing. Oh, the sheep shagging thing. Gamzee hopes Alfred doesn't think he has sex with sheep.]

nOtHiNg AgAiNsT tHeM wOoLy BrOs, BuT tHaT aIn'T mY kInDa DeAl.

[There's a small blot of ink on the page, the only indication that Arthur just burst out laughing]

Bloody hell, Gamz. Trust your mind to go to the sheep first. That isn't what I mean.

The Welsh have a good reputation for being decent people.

[ .... nope. Never heard that stereotype, at least not from the English. Huh.]

I tHoUgHt EvErYoNe JuSt KnEw We LiKe To GeT oUr VoCaL hArMoNy On.

That certainly isn't a secret.