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[hollowleg]

Back from San Francisco. I now know how pulses come back when you cross into the field and it doesn't suck as much as I thought it would. glad i left myself a note to fly into newark and drive and not locke. still had to pull over when it hit

I see that you all managed to make the hugest goddamn mess while I was gone. I swear I can't leave any of you alone for more than a few days. "Preemptively" killing Blood Keys and offing Proud? A+, gold star, much applause. remind me not to get on the numbers club's bad side, christ.

EDIT: as a note, if you aren't one of the morons who decided to act like a vigilante dumbass, i'm not talking to you. obviously.

[PRIVATE; Chris]

Hey, back in town. Can I stay with you? If your uncle's house isn't still in shambles. I can try and help with that maybe.

[PRIVATE; Ryan and Bertl]

yo dorks I heard tell of a wedding. we should pow-wow on cake ideas. I know you don't need to eat, but all your guests will. What's a wedding without cake??

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[hollowleg]

you are a bad liar, bertholdt.

tell you what, whenever this shit starts to get closer, i'll make a bunch of samples of flavors and you can pick what you really like

[toobig]

[!!!!]

Uhm, okay. If that's not too much work...

[hollowleg]

[YOU HAVE BEEN CAUGHT]

Not too much work at all!

[toobig]

If... that's the case then, okay. :^)

[hollowleg]

great. You guys just let me know when, k?