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This is last call, fellas. I struck out last time, but maybe someone wants to do what Joey A. didn't? I'm looking for a friend of Ella's to drive a car, open some doors and let her lean against his arm. I'm not looking for romance, because not every woman needs a lover regardless of what the tabloids say. I'm looking for a friend, someone she can have a nice few hours with. It's all on me.

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[Locked to the HP Door, sans Draco Malfoy]

How does one procure a 'racing broom'?

The only brooms I know of sweep and clean.

[Public]

[A photograph of this painting pressed to the page to share. The real one is bigger and in her room. Amelia Thorne signed at the bottom, like usual.]




[Locked to Angela King]

How about we try that girl scout and wine suggestion list?

[Locked to Russ C]
she's awake.

After this shitshow: [Call to Amelia T]
Ring, ring!

[Locked to Graham R]
around?

[Locked to the Alexanders+ Lou and Iris]

[In heavy, childlike, messy crayon.] So, Shane has a girlfriend that draws lizards or whatever.

[Friends or family of Amelia Thorne]

Looking for ideas for Amelia. Not really good at guessing what girls would like.

[Amelia Thorne]

Your ex to smack around? There's got to be a story there.

[After this.]

He is not arrogant! You don't even know him! Perhaps you shouldn't be so rude!

[Locked to James P]

If I dip the broom in sugar, will that make it 'sweet' enough?

[Locked to Amelia T]
hey

[Shane Alexander]

What makes the lighter sweet?

[donovan + alexander lock]

[...] Sam's awake.

[locked to ella d.]

Hey.

I look at my family and all I see are strangers.

What the fuck happened here?


(after the initial round of posting and when she arrives at the hospital)
[TEXT: TESS/SHANE]
Here.

[Locked to Amelia T, after this.]
the fuck am I supposed to do with this?

[A group of sandwiches, assorted cookies, and soft drinks are delivered to the hospital wing Sam Alexander occupies. They are brought with Shane Alexander's name and signed over to him, for whoever else is standing by while she recovers. It's paid for and only a simple note given: The painting will be done soon. I told you the food there was terrible. And then an elaborate drawing of an A and T as a signature.]

waiting for some fucker come to see Britney fucking Spears to die in the audience or something, send the fucking vultures on their way with a new story. the only shit in this that matters is if Sam's ok. fuck you with your popcorn shit.

some fucker in a dick car, the kind you get where the fuck behind the wheel don't know shit about upkeep, came in today to ask me about checking the fucking oil. not changing it. checking it. driving a $50 000 car and don't know shit about keeping it on the fucking road. almost as bad as the guy who came in two weeks back who rode a fucking Harley off the lot, custom shit and everything and came in crying like a pussy because he dropped it two hours after. what the fuck are we meant to do make it new again?

oh yeah. Marvel. she ain't coming fucking through yet.

[After this.]

Do you believe it now?

[Locked to Shane A.]

[Uncertain, starts a few times and stops. Several cursor blinks.]

Is your last name Alexander?




[Locked to Blake T.]

Are you all right?

[Much later in the day. If writing can be tired, hers is. A small group lock, aiming for the people she hopes don't flat-out hate her.]

Is anyone allowed to tell me anything?

[After her first reply from Lin, she tries to be brave and adds Louis and Shane to the group lock.]