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[two_way_glasses]

Never thought I'd see my older brother curled up in a ball, crying. It's Peter.

I don't even know how to handle this. Fuck it, I'm getting drunk.

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[lyddie_girl]

Drinking is a stupid fucking thing to do, Uncle Jeremy.

And Dad is tough. He'll be okay.

[two_way_glasses]

You're probably right, Princess.

He is tough. Which is why I don't know how to handle this. Though I didn't quite know you could read this... You shouldn't have to reassure me. How are you?

[lyddie_girl]

I totally AM right.

I'm fine! Seriously? This is nothing. At least he still remembers who I am this time around. You weren't around when he had cancer the first time. He forgot who I was and screamed and hid from me. He's in pain and I hate that, but we'll fix it and he'll be okay just like always.

[two_way_glasses]

...right.

You maybe want to come visit your Auntie Liz with me?

[lyddie_girl]

Sure!