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[sneakypardons]

This is my first time actually opening this stupid thing, but I was informed that anybody with one can read what I'm writing. And so I suppose this is worth a shot.

To the clumsy girl with the tarts. We need to meet again, I have something to tell you.

Comments

[redheartedqueen]

I have a name you know.

[sneakypardons]

So do I. But I can't remember yours, and it seemed better than putting down the wrong one.

[redheartedqueen]

You might have a point. Lucky for you it pops up beside everything I write.

I have to admit I am curious.

[sneakypardons]

Very lucky, though I won't forget it now I promise.

When are you free?

Private to Jake

[redheartedqueen]

If this is some weird pick up attempt I'm seeing someone.

Re: Private to Jake

[sneakypardons]

No. This is more related to my own sanity.

Listen, I'm not used to this stupid fucking tale shit; please just make this easy for me, alright?

Private to Jake and Vegas

[redheartedqueen]

Sanity is a relative term. Half of my friends cling to it by mere threads, myself included.

[added a minute or so later]
Sorry. I forget not everyone has lived with it neck deep for as long as I have. Coffee?

Re: Private to Jake and Vegas

[sneakypardons]

Sure. Meet me at the Chock Full O'Nuts in Herald Square?

Private to Jake and Vegas

[redheartedqueen]

When?...wait now?

Re: Private to Jake and Vegas

[sneakypardons]

Yes. See you.