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An unsent letter is a powerful thing when penned by a lost soul. *sigh* Now perhaps I should take a crowbar to her head for a bit, see if I can get her to respond. Heh.
Angel: I've always an open ear and a shoulder to cry on for you; did I not promise you that back when we both walked the sands and foggy streets of the towns you're cloaked in? Talk with me. I'll listen. Heck, it'll distract me from my own worries, and that's a good thing. *smile* Besides, just being able to talk about it, unfettered, not worrying about the right words or who will read... it might help you think, help you calm, help you go on. Perhaps we can confide in each other, hey?
Torian: hearing your voice was priceless. I miss you.
Puppy: Hehe, Im in ur accountz, stealin ur g0ld. ^.^ And you love me for it, so don't complain too much, else I shall bite you. Sorry I've been out of touch, I've been in hibernation the last couple of days, sleeping, recovering, it's freaking insane how tired I've been. Drained dry.
'Stina who I know reads this sometimes: I neeeeeed to talk to you! I do I do.
I want Beccasnuggles.
I have pictures! Yep, actual pictures of me that I am gonna post an' stuff. Be afraid.
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