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[Private]
Run, motherfuckers, run.
I will hunt you down. I will fuck you up. You will be sorry you ever pulled this shit. The beating she gave you will be NOTHING compared to the assraping I will arrange.
You will pay for this. -
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Is it wrong to be happy for the bad things that have happened in my life this past year? I'm not talking about being all Pollyanna and bullshit, but the bad stuff has very definitely led to the best stuff ( Read more... ) -
This was me...
This entire summer. 'Get the fuck out of there!' Only you know, nicer, and eventually I'd give in reluctantly when the actor or actress I was babysitting for the day wanted a boost of self esteem from the creepy guys with the cameras. Well, it was a little more than that, there were other scintillating duties like getting a half-caf, double foam ( Read more... ) -
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I killed somebody last night. Not on purpose ( Read more... ) -
[Private]
Jesus, Jo.
I liked her a lot. It is a goddamned fucking shame that I didn't get a chance to know her better.
I didn't get a chance to help Miles and my Jo yet, but fuck me if I'm not going to catch who has been doing this shit, goddamnit.
Now you just pissed me off.
Run, motherfuckers, because I'm going to find you. -
Email
To: adoyle@meridian.edu
From: dhammett@meridian.edu
Subj: Woody
Hey, Ailey's paying me for this case with Woody. Wanna share the spoils? You've got the big brain. I could use someone helping me out. I thought I'd get a hold of a few cameras and track the foot prints, maybe put some down in the basement.
Hope you're okay, man.
Dash -
Email
To: agorenko@meridian.edu
From: dhammett@meridian.edu
Subj: Woody
Hello Anya--
I have been hired to look into Woody's disappearance. I was wondering if I might have set up an appointment with you to discuss the situation. If you would like to verify my employment, you may contact Ailey Huxley.
Sincerely,
Dash Hammett -
Text to Ann
Oh God. I was wrong. Amber and Louie are going to kill each other. Or Amber is going to kill Louie. Suicide by diving into a vat of sourmash isn't a bad way to die, is it?