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[fever_crusade]

I would like to state for the record that the only reason I'm back on the internet is because my therapist says I need to return to social circles. The internet is the social circle of my choosing, because it doesn't require me to get out of bed. That, and I'm already memerized every bump on the ceiling

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[hell_of_heaven]

Hi.

I've had that experience detailing ceilings myself.

[fever_crusade]

Hi.

Not very exciting, is it?

[hell_of_heaven]

No.

Once I've redone Luthorcorp's annual accounts twice in my head, it starts to get a little boring.

I assume that visiting you is still out of the question, but do you think that anything I send will also be stopped at the gates?

[fever_crusade]

Visiting me isn't out of the question, it's just...there's nothing to see here.

Considering our very distinct lack of gates, I don't think you'll have any trouble.

[hell_of_heaven]

There's you.

Well, you do have a... you have Jonathan.

[fever_crusade]

That's exactly what I meant when I said nothing to see.

A husband, yes. But I tend to have the upper hand.

[hell_of_heaven]

Martha.

Well then. Expect some mail.

[fever_crusade]

Yes?

All right then.

[hell_of_heaven]

You are certainly more than nothing, is the least I can say.

[fever_crusade]

Maybe. But not by much.

[hell_of_heaven]

Don't do this to yourself, please. You know how highly I think of you.

[fever_crusade]

I'm sorry.

[hell_of_heaven]

No, I'm sorry. That didn't come out right at all. I didn't mean to snap at you.

I just care so very much about you, Martha.

[fever_crusade]

It's all right. I needed it.

I know you do.

[hell_of_heaven]

[locked]

I wish I could hold you.

[fever_crusade]

[locked]

Don't think about it. Please.