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Today is Sweetmorn, day 14 in the season of The Aftermath, 3167.

So, what's up with everyone I know getting a ping from old partners we've fallen out of touch with this week? At least three of us in the last few days. Must be the full moon, I suppose.

(no subject)

OK, at this point we have established that neither
of us want the other to spend eternity in a burning
inferno. We rule.

*cackle*