Burton residence, Tuesday eve

[inthereflexes]

Jack grinned, looking out the front window of his father's house at the truck parked in the driveway.

His truck.

Oh, sure, it was used, the engine would need a rebuild in a year or two and the cab smelled like old dog, but it was his semi, his business, his dream. As long as it stayed together and pulled straight. Ah, hell, take a chance, see

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[robinthefrog]

Robin had gotten someone to take a picture with the cell phone of him on skis. The text he sent to Jack consisted of primarily:

Wheeeeeeee!!!

pretend Robin kept in better touch.

[inthereflexes]

It took Jack a moment to text Robin back because he had to take a picture. You could tell Jack was serious because he was chewing his tongue as he texted back.

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LOOKIT MY TRUCK!

pretend that there's a cellphone picture of a semi

[robinthefrog]

Ooooooo!! You're gonna have lots of adventures aren't you!

[inthereflexes]

That's the plan! Putten rubber to the road and make some dough

[anarchist_queen]

E-mail from Leda:

Hey Big Brother. Lot of shit's gone down. Had it out once and for all with Crystaviel, plotting ways to post pone my coronation. How's by you?

[inthereflexes]

I bought a truck!

Wait. Who's this Crystal? What happened?

[anarchist_queen]

Shit did I not tell you about that? Crystaviel was this girl who was pretending to be my friend. I think you met her once when she came for visitor's weekend. Turns out she was trying to get me to drink myself to death.

Well we kinda had a final confrontation not too long ago.

[inthereflexes]

Do I need to have a talk with her?

Oh, Jack...