> Look. I know I'm the last person you want to be dealing with. > But I need pointers on how to survive this place. > Because I'm doing a shitty job of it. > And I'm pretty sure Senator Reynolds wife has decided I'm her new pet project...whatever that means. >
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SENT FROM: Demi TYPE: Text to Zhenya
> Mama Z, I can't tell you why. > But I'm positive I'm making all the wrong decisions. > I could use one of your hugs right now.
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SENT FROM: Demi TYPE: Text to Lita
> How's it going on the physical therapy front? > Can you save my shoulder? > And is there really a man in the UMCB kitchen making ice cream?
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SENT FROM: Demi TYPE: Text to Noa
> I don't think they should have given me this phone. > All I've done is make things worse... > You knew I'd end up doing that, didn't you?
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SENT FROM: Demi TYPE: Text to Teagan
> Miss you! > Give the guys hell. > I didn't want to ask you this when we talked, but why didn't you tell me there's a rat in the crew? > Why did I have to hear it from Gin?