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Riri. Help. I'm already running dry and I'm begging for the shit your brother sends. This is my desperation. Spiced rum is gross but it'll do it's job. My family isn't going to bother with coming to visit. Too dangerous. Neither of them are magical and sort of already have plans. Lucky shits.

I wonder if any of my old school friends have ended up being mail order brides. Is that a weird thought?

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Katya/Maggie

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Oh, no my parents can't come because one of them is dead and the other...can't. I don't want reactions, I don't give a shit. Maybe my issues from, I don't know, months are finally boiling up to the surface. I just don't care anymore. Maybe I have little to no one to ward things to.