Repose

[Locked to Leena B]
Kitten, I'm sorry I stayed away. Things became complicated. How's your recovery been?

[Locked to Eddie N]
Well, tell me all about my escapades.

[Locked to Jack P]
How goes entrepreneurship?

[Slipped under Daniel's door]
[An accounting of the store's opening weekend numbers, which are very nice.]

[Delivered to the front desk of Engine No. 9 in a glass casserole pan, for lack of anything better, is an imperfect rainbow cake, with a card with pink ink scribbled in the bottom right corner, that says: SORRY ITS LATE!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BB! xoxoxo. Hearts are squiggled in everywhere and she doesn't bother signing it.]

[PUBLIC]
Why is this town the actual worst?


[Hannah S]
You probably want to hang out now and braid ribbons into each others hair. I'd counter offer with a suicide pact. We'll ultimately meet in the middle where we end up in some public setting and you buy me a milkshake. So, tomorrow?


[Griffin A]
Hey, zomebie boy.

[Locked to Marta F, after this.]

Our daughter had cancer.