[text | location: scdp] strike another match, go start anew

[selfmadman]

A skyscraper vanishes. It's autumn-a painter's autumn, the leaves ablaze with color and wind whipping through the streets-the day Don takes the tram to Luthor Plaza and finds a misshapen warehouse with a banner announcing HAWAIIAN BBQ sagging over the entrance. He steps inside still anticipating lobby, elevators, a purposeful bustle. The greasy

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[ironfright]

what do you mean gone

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[selfmadman]

Check the map.

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[ironfright]

Are you sure she didn't just change again???

[text]

[selfmadman]

Yes.

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[tin_hearts]

It takes a while for Cain to see the message, even with his (now less and less common) insomnia. He doesn't usually bother with the tablet this early in the morning, feeling not quite like himself until he's had coffee.

Finding Mister Draper's message on there doesn't help matters. Of all the people here, it seems more and more like the people he cares about are the first ones to go.

I'm sorry to hear it.

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[justaddmarbles]

[ upon arriving at the office, Don would discover that one typewriter has taken on a life of its own and printed the following: ]

Sorry. I think I only met her once. By the looks of the skyline I think we lost a few other folks too.

Sincerely - G

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[biverbam]

Going is the process. It mashes.

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[selfmadman]

What?

[text]

[biverbam]

Going. They go. Everything goes in pieces and nothing sticks.

[text]

[selfmadman]

Did you know her?