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12 / 24 / 02
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Kit, Raine, I'm sorry, but due to circumstances beyond my control, it looks like I can't make it Thursday after all.
Hell, I can't even move out the way I fucking want to.
If Friday's a wash for either of you, then Raine, I'm sorry, but it looks like I won't get to meet you after all. Kit, whenever you can if only so I can give you your gift.
Please excuse me now, there's a bottle of Bacardi limon that I'm going to go kill off, and fuck anyone who gets on my ass about drinking too much.
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BLARG! **killing rampage**
Raine <i>might</i> be able to make it over; she leaves on Saturday, see. We'll see.
I need to give you your present, too!
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