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[handleyourshit]

  


This is Rosita.  I'll hit you back when I can.

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[pioden]

sometimes. you know I don't have any friends. I put up with you better than most. that's it.

you need more you know I trust you more than anyone else here. low bar but it's the truth.

[handleyourshit]

I wasn't fishing, Magpie.

I know where we stand.

[pioden]

then what the fuck was the point of the "best friends" bullshit?

( He truly missed out on the "ribbing between friends" stage of ...most of his life. )

[handleyourshit]

Exactly that. Bullshit.

Congratulations, you figured it out.

[pioden]

( This is the worst. )

fine. whatever. don't explain it then.

anything else I should know before we get to Creekside?

[handleyourshit]

Hey.

Read the text. Black and white.

There was nothing to it.

Don't forget to tie your shoes.

[pioden]

( He's just not touching that. Even with the pain killers in his system, he can't deal with this shit. )

yeah yeah I'll do that.

be there in a bit.