HELP. Help help help help.

[andsaca369]

HELP. Oh, ye gods and tiny fishes, help. If I have ever sent you a draft of anything I've written, I need need need for you to send a copy back to me. My storage drive has been confirmed dead like Dickens' Marley, and this means I have lost everything I've written.

Ditto photographs.

Dammit. Damn, damn, damn.

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[kitschaster]

You know. So far I have found three of Manuel's stories, and a handful of stories from other friends. I have one of yours, but I cannot find it for the life of me. Gragh!

[kitschaster]

Ah-ha! I findz one. And it's my favorite one. I never got to read the finished version of it, either.

[kitschaster]

Where do you want it sent?

[andsaca369]

Um. Ummmm.... um. m.miiru@gmail.com; that one goes to my phone, too, so just in case all of Gmail's servers, like, explode or something equally freakish, I'll have backup of the backup.

THANK YOU.