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[York is out in the graveyard today, somewhat predictably given recent circumstances. Three graves have fresh flowers on them today: his own, with a single yellow rose, Sister's, with a yellow-and-blue chrysanthemum arrangement, and Kat's, with pale blue winter roses. He speaks aloud to the grave, though the journal also picks it up.]
Shitty that you had to be dead on your birthday, Noble-Two. Guess we'll have to have a party when you get back. If you feel like it.
[He'll be out sitting among the graves and his journal's open, if anyone feels like bothering him.]
Shitty that you had to be dead on your birthday, Noble-Two. Guess we'll have to have a party when you get back. If you feel like it.
[He'll be out sitting among the graves and his journal's open, if anyone feels like bothering him.]