[Being a good little soldier. That makes Norma sick to her stomach the instant she reads it over, again and again, before she needs to put her phone down and just lay her head in the crook of one arms for a while. She feels cold, nauseous, and tired all at once. So it goes again, someone else she knew - someone she liked and considered a friend - was gone. JUst another lump in the ground to step over.
She's glad this is just faceless words, because even Norma's mask wouldn't be able to hide her hurt.]
Probably having a picnic somewhere.
[Don't expect a response back for a while, if at all.]
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She's glad this is just faceless words, because even Norma's mask wouldn't be able to hide her hurt.]
Probably having a picnic somewhere.
[Don't expect a response back for a while, if at all.]