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[myboyfriendisa]

[On the table outside the Arts and Crafts hut is still a mailbox, only it's spitting out letters in all shapes and colors and now, addressed to campers and a good number of counselors. One pilot is staring incredulously at his opened letter.]

Son

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[maman_a_tort]

[peering over your shoulder] That looks serious.

[myboyfriendisa]

It looks insane, that's what it looks like.

[maman_a_tort]

Is he even here?

[myboyfriendisa]

He's on a city ship in space!

[listentomy]

Oh?

[myboyfriendisa]

Family.

[listentomy]

Yeah? And?

[myboyfriendisa]

My old man expects me to just walk through the barrier and all the way back to the Frontier.

[SOMEWHERE]

[get_sometail]

(Just another day ...)

[designer_babe]

Got some good news, Zidane?

[get_sometail]

They say no news is good news, right?

[designer_babe]

I've never heard that one.

[so_sew_me]

Oh ouch. That sounds way harsh...

[myboyfriendisa]

That's actually nice by his standards.

[so_sew_me]

Um... well... uh... at least you are still talking with each other?

[myboyfriendisa]

I haven't really talked to him in years.

[micro_macro]

If only it were that easy.

[myboyfriendisa]

If I tell him I couldn't fly through the barrier, he'd just go on about how useless piloting is to begin with.

[micro_macro]

[... patpat]

Hey, on the bright side, you don't have to deal with him here, right? I mean, besides these letters...

[myboyfriendisa]

If anyone is persistent enough to get to me through this barrier, it'd be my old man.