John's on his way over. I dunno what to do about Sammie. She's a wreck. A mess. A broken shell of herself. And part of me wants to dig inside of her and fill her back up so she's not a broken shell anymore, but I know she has to do it herself. I can't fix her. She's not something I can just glue back together, but I know she's going to be alright.
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