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[At this very moment on the grounds of Camp Eff You Die, a letter was sitting on one of the many counters in the Mess Hall Kitchen addressed to one Ned the Pie-Maker.Dear Ned

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[purple_pliers]

...what's that?

[pie_or_death]

[Hands her the letter]

[purple_pliers]

[reads it]

Ah...

[pie_or_death]

[Puts his head down on his knees]

[purple_pliers]

I'm sorry, Ned.

[pie_or_death]

It's no one's fault.

[purple_pliers]

I know... but I'm still sorry she's not here. Well. I mean, I'm glad she's not stuck here anymore, but I'm sorry she's not with you. And that I'll never see her again. You know.

[pie_or_death]

Me, too. She wanted to say goodbye to everyone.

[purple_pliers]

...at least she got to leave a letter.

[pie_or_death]

Yes. That's better than not knowing.

[purple_pliers]

You don't like being touched, do you?

[pie_or_death]

Not particularly, under almost all circumstances.

[purple_pliers]

It's just that my automatic response to this situation is to give you a hug, but I don't want to do it if it's only going to make you more distressed.

[pie_or_death]

This could be an exception. Have you ever died or are you currently dead?

[purple_pliers]

No, I've been alive since I was born.

[pie_or_death]

Then I wouldn't say no.