[12 - text] Absence

[needsnobottle]

[The handwriting that shows up is sketchy, spaced oddly, and the letters ar all uneven in shape and size.]

what have you done deior what have you done give it back

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[text]

[needsnobottle]

[Tammy can't read that. The first was easy but this is impossible, a blend of symbols that make no logical sense to her. She struggles, hunched over her journal, knowing there's something there, knowing she should understand, but that comprehension beyond her grasp. She picks up "lord d-bag" and "help" and clings to those.]

yes he took it he took it and it took my mind and i need them back

[That 'it' is underlined several times, circled, drawn in heavy ink, emphasized so that it jumps off that page.]

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[thii2ii22tupiid]

where are you?

*Because he's coming over right the fuck now.*

[text]

[needsnobottle]

my room

Re: [text]

[thii2ii22tupiid]

what number?

Re: [text]

[needsnobottle]

[She can't remember. She gets up, struggles to open the door, then leans against the open, heavy door and careful copies down the numbers, not trusting herself to remember them.]

4 0 3 2

Re: [text] should i tag in with zeke or do our own thing?

[thii2ii22tupiid]

riight.

*He'll be over there in moments. Human and mostly toothless, but there.*

[text] tag in with zeke, I figure :3 we can do a string til Keke hops in

[needsnobottle]

[After copying down the number Tammy closes the door, though doesn't notice when it doesn't shut completely, and goes back into her room, slowly sinking down to sit on the floor.]