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[usingthelaw]

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[theyrehorns]

That does sound much better. Less prone to pigeons.

[It's probably best he didn't call, easier though that would be for Maft. There's just too much to sort through, moments to place back into their contexts, a life to try and piece back together. If this were over voice he'd be stopping and stammering, figuring himself out.]

I don't remember much of the rest of the morning.

[usingthelaw]

After we woke up, we ate the most greasy food we could find since we were told it'd help with our hangover level.

[ Looking off into the distance, his heart squeezed harder in his chest and it took him a minute to be able to compose himself. It had been one of the moments things clicked in for him. A shift you could say in how he viewed and reasoned with the world. ]

It didn't work for either of us, predictably and we spent the rest of the morning groaning.