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When I got home Gina was on the phone with her sister, yelling about something. When I came in she said, "WE DON'T TELL TAVIE THESE THINGS, WE DON'T TELL TAVIE OR SHE'LL KILL US ALL!"

"What's going on?" I said warily.

"What, you yelled it at me the moment I got home, you called your sister about it, but we can't tell Tavie?" Cheryl said.

"We don't tell Tavie when things like this happen or else she'll kill us," Gina said.

"What's going on?" I repeated.

"NOTHING!" Gina screamed.

"I need to sign on." I went to CNN.com, reasoning that if it weren't important enough to be on the front page, it was nothing to worry about.

She was talking about this.

"I don't kill for terrorist attacks..."

Let me make this clear: I will only kill my loved ones, quickly and suddenly with a clean shot to the back of the head, if I find out some sort of natural, unstoppable disaster, is about to occur, like an earth-destroying comet or sudden ice age.

(Also, I'm not really going to do that, because I will never touch a gun as long as I live.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:06 PM | shower me with attention