[a lantern made out of a water jug and a petzl head lamp. the jug is full but its cap is missing. the headlamp is on. no note.]
I have cake and a lot of lingering confusion. Which one of you is available right now?
No. It’s an ugly-as-sin birthday cake. Fee left it. Unfortunately, when I was fucked up on pollen, I thought I was Santa (???) and kissed her. Dispatch a self—it’s my birthday and I need you.
Judging by the fact that I haven’t seen her today, no. She was not.
You know how she is. I don't want to make it worse.
So you wanted to wait with me on the roof for reindeer, then?


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