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[Private to 105]

Edward, sugar, I found a date for your brother. When does he get back into town, so I can tell the lady?

I enjoy the season. Christmas decorations are already out.

[#1101]

I didn't cook this year. I was too tired. Sorry.

[Piper tried not to call. He told himself that he was doing her a favor. That the last thing she needed was to be dragged into all the messes he was in, that it was wrong to pursue her just because of some fluke of music and science that made her like him, that he didn't have any good way to tell if she really liked him beyond that, that it was like those stories where love potions turned people into zombies, that he wasn't exactly the most functional asshole he knew.

None of it worked.

He'd spent the day researching fairy tales in the city, restricting his search to wolves, and he overheard a woman ordering something that was out of stock. It took him exactly three-point-five minutes to order the same thing, giving the woman behind the counter Anne's number to notify upon arrival, after paying for the item in full.]

[Voicemail left for Anne (607, even though Piper doesn't know that)]

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[#207]

Thanks for the extra Thanksgiving stuff that I didn't order.

If you want, I have leftovers. I can leave a plate in the hall.

[#201]

Did you go home to eat

Can you get here without being seen

Fuck.

(Blank post.)

[Backdated to the day of Thanksgiving...aka yesterday.]

To whoever left cookies in my mailbox:

I went to the park and threw them at birds. And mimes.

You're welcome.

[Private to R1]

Sugar, I talked to your lady friend.

[Piper had seen Daniel's blank forum post, and it was all he could do to ignore it. Since their shared dream the other night, Piper had been holed up in his bedroom, alone, and all Daniel's post served to do was remind him of what he was, of why he needed to not get involved with people. He picked up his cell, and he dialed.]

[Call to Anne (607)]