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[rilington]

best, hardcorest fifteen minute snowball fight EVER.

i still can't quite feel my fingers. hello frostbite.

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on the touchy subject of cold-related injuries.

[anonymous]

monday night, i woke up from a peaceful evening nap. as i made my rounds of the immense suburb mansion, i realized that i couldn't feel one of the toes on my left foot. so i removed my sock to survey the scene. said toe was displaying the preliminary symptoms of frostbite but, instead of doing anything about it, i just laughed myself teary-eyed. can you imagine?
random curious person: "goodness sarah. one of your toes seems to be missing. where did it go, praytell?

sarah: "well kind sir/m'am, i lost my toe to frostbite. in sacramento. in 46 degree weather. indoors. naturally."

on that note, you should come to the icy tundra that is my home this weekend because it will be empty. papa and russ are taking their holiday and i, the lowly scullery maid, was ordered to stay and tend to the influx of expensive packages being sent to them.

come be dramatic with me.
xoxosarah

hey lunchbox

[anonymous]

yes hardcorest snow fight ever...riles...thank you so much for the card and the hot chocolate...except i got made fun of for not drinking coffee...and they called our uniforms monkey outfits....and rob is sorry for being mean to you.
and i work 10-6 tomorrow so feel free to stop by anytime...anytime at all dear. maybe i will bring my new jacket so you can start hating it now.
>KATY

Re: hey lunchbox

[rilington]

dude rob better be sorry. i was hella going to punch him for sassing me like that. yeah that's right. i don't give suspensions, just punches.

maybe i will come see you today. but probably not, since i am freezing cold and lazy, and also very low on gas.

come over to my house and bring the jacket so i can start hating it asap.