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Maverick: You are. Maybe our first girl too.

Alessa: Don’t tell Giulia that.

Lodestar: LOL. Or if you do, tell her when I’m there?

Maverick: Hahaha.

Maverick: Who died?

Lodestar: You don’t know her. Just her handle. Ovianar.

Maverick: Shame. She was a hot-shit cracker.

Alessa: Like a Saltine?

Lodestar: No. Crackers crack code lol.

Alessa: Oh! Oops.

Lodestar: Let me know when the dates of the house parties are and we’ll head over.

Maverick: Take care at the funeral.

Alessa: Much love to you for your loss. <3

Lodestar: Thanks, guys.

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Dead To Me: Foundry hasn’t got a nose anymore. Want a pic?

aCooooig: No.

Troy: I do. Send it to me privately.

Lodestar: What else hasn’t he got?

Dead To Me: No ears either. There’s a lot of gore, Star. It’s going to attract a cougar or a bobcat soon. It’s a miracle we haven’t already.

aCooooig: Bet it stinks.

Troy: It’s a good stink when it’s an enemy.

Lodestar: Hate to agree, but it is lol.

aCooooig: You’re gross.

Troy: We just have high nausea tolerances lmao.

Dead To Me: >.<

aCooooig: Great.

Troy: You safe if the wildlife is starting to encroach? They’re in hibernation though. Surely?

Dead To Me: That’s how bad the stink is lol. It’ll wake everything up in the vicinity soon.