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[ ah, sam. she believes this is her sam whose shoulders were made for climbing and stepping on to get through an air vent. the other sam is her sad sam. ]

And there's no really nice handbaskets, either.

[ wanda knows she could've taken her time in replying to sam and really thought up some nice response that would be very big on the fake, but she doesn't want to. since going home and returning, she's been keeping to herself. it seemed safer that way. back home, she only has a handful of friends she's kept on the ghosting speed dial. count yourself lucky, sam. ]

I'm holding up. I went home for a little while, but I'm okay.

Are you okay?

[ does she need to go kick something's ass because she will!!! ]