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[justribbing]

hey, it's sans.

y'know, looking back? it's been pretty interesting.

i mean, look at us. we've got some basic amenities, power, even phones and the best internet you can make banging rocks together. we've got a community and everything, hey! nothing quite like the stale smell of desperation to really bring people together. but i've heard more than one of us ask what this war's really good for. for us.

makes a guy think about something other than starrs for a change. (yeah, see what i did there? you just dated yourself.)

anyway there's an actual point to this. see, being a good little soldier really tuckered the kid out, so frisk's gone on a vacation. some of you probably have questions. before you do, i want you to think about how much pressure kids should take. and maybe, y'know, lay off a little.

i'll keep you posted. see ya.

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[bubblywishes]

[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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[justribbing]

heh heh heh.
a picnic sounds pretty good. i'll pitch the idea their way.
thanks, pal.