tenth. text. (and if you leave me, rest assured it would kill me.)

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[He's put off doing this notification as long as he can, hoping against hope that she'll turn up again, that her physical absence and alias's disappearance from the directory are mistakes, that there is another explanation waiting to be found. But it's been three long days, and no sign of her. She has friends, and they probably deserve to know, too.]

Sharon's gone.

[Yes, he's upset. No, he doesn't want to talk about it.]

I'm taking over maintenance of her emergency supply cache network, but I could use some help.

[Grieving? What grieving, there's work to be done.]

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I've lost other people to the Door before. [Near, twice, and now L too, apparently.] This is worse.

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[knifecollecting]

Hurts more when it's someone you care about.

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I cared about the others, too.

[But he didn't love them like he loves Sharon.]

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You know what I mean.

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[Yeah, he knows. :c]

You think after it happens a few times that you'll be used to it the next time. But I don't think I can ever get used to this.

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[knifecollecting]

I don't want to get used to it.

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I don't either.

[He'd said as much to Sharon, at least once.]

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[knifecollecting]

...Let me know if I need to do anything else, okay?

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OK. Thank you.

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[knifecollecting]

You're welcome.