e i g h t. ( anon text ) . like playing with fire, i'll get hurt

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( This message comes to the network at 3am, the sign of someone not sleeping, probably having spent one too many nights at Delight's bar to be at all healthy for their liver.

Whether they're drunk this night is a question that's hard to answer, since they've had the sense to turn on anonymous posting and type correctly. But three words can't be that hard to type, right? )

Are you coping?

( If you have to send this? You're probably not. )

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Dunno. No one has yet.

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People surprise you.

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Including yourself in that?

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Why?

anon to the bitter end

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Does anyone know how to, here? Just look at the bar.

( Always fucking packed, really. )

welp

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Guess I was just hoping for someone to prove me wrong.

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Might give me some hope.

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I suppose. Why?

private. unanon

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( This doesn't come until the morning. )

Thanks, Shadow.

( Her head's throbbing, but somehow... that does help. She's fought through things before. She can do it again. )