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