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[you_run_i_chase]

You know, I really fucking hate the way time works here. It fucks up in your head, making it like you've lived twice as long as you have. This time last year I had everything I fucking wanted, and then woke up to an empty shower running and a blood splattered porch and a police investigation. This time last year I was in a fucking hole puking blood

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[christ_onabike]

Parker. Come find me.

We'll go for a walk. Laura'll be okay.

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[you_run_i_chase]

Yeah, yeah, I'm coming. [In a suit.]

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[christ_onabike]

I'll be waiting for you, Parker.

private-Spam?

[you_run_i_chase]

Good.

Thanks Paddy-cakes.

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[most_feared]

[It takes a while for him to come up with something, because he'd largely been dodging anything related to him being a kid. To them being kids. But he ends up finally sending her a text.]

When you told me about your mother, I imagined her looking a lot like Grace Kelly. Now I imagine her more like Katherine Hepburn. [Meaning, mostly, that her good memories are what inspired him when he thought of her.]

[Private | Text]

[you_run_i_chase]

You wanna know what she looks like? Just take a good long look at me.

[Private | Text] Icon is best ever

[most_feared]

I wasn't that far off, then.

[Next text.]

You're going to keep other people out of what you had to go through, and that's worth something. You're worth something. So please don't forget that.

[Private | Text] Yours or mine?

[you_run_i_chase]

I know. And he'll get his life back when I'm done here. He fucking deserves it.

[Private | Text]

[you_run_i_chase]

Nothing means a god damn thing.

[Private | Text]

[you_run_i_chase]

Are you hitting on me?