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[bibeakerbabe]

So.

I just got a letter in the mail. From my sister, Priti. From Hell.

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[observershikou]

... ah. What?

[bibeakerbabe]

She says hi. She's a Tour Guide.

And she says hi.

From Hell.

From Hell.

[observershikou]

... How... Can someone say hello from, well... Hell?

[bibeakerbabe]

I. Don't. Know.

[pureplainpatron]

...say what?

[bibeakerbabe]

I don't know either, nor why she's sending me mail.

[pureplainpatron]

Ignoring the obvious question of how she found our mailing address, there's the question of how she's alive.

...not that I ever intended to kill her, but you'd think her time would have run out.

[bibeakerbabe]

This is a good question on both fronts. She doesn't really give an answer. Just she has a magical bus.