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To: [Lorna]
From: [Jim]
Subject: No Subject

I'm back. More or less. I think I should probably eat something. Can you come over?

I'm tired.

Why is my shower purple?

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To: [Jim]
From: [Lorna]

Nice to have you back. I'll bring you up some breakfast in five.

I'll explain the shower thing when I get there, I think.

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To: [Lorna]
From: [Jim]

Thank you.

One of my towels is purple, too. I think I get it now.

I hope this comes out. It looks like somebody used my bathroom as the staging area to massacre a village of Smurfs.

Do you know how Betsy's doing?

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To: [Jim]
From: [Lorna]

Probably won't. I'll get you some bleach.

I haven't seen her today. Everyone else seems to be okay though, so she probably is too.

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To: [Lorna]
From: [Jim]

Okay. That's good.

If you see her can you ask how she's doing? I don't know if she'll want to see me right now. Don't think I'm up to much moving around for a while anyway.

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To: [Jim]
From: [Lorna]

Are you asking me to meddle? I knew you loved me!

There's nothing hazardous on your floor is there? I can't really see when I'm carrying the tray.

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To: [Lorna]
From: [Jim]

Yeah. I knew you'd like that. Also I think Betsy will need it. Don't let her get away with "It's fine." We spoke. It wasn't.

Floor's mostly paper. Just the normal stuff.

I'm probably looking at multiple meals. Our brain pumped so much stress into my body I think my stomach atrophied. Poor Jack.

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To: [Jim]
From: [Lorna]

Believe me, I've seen.

Okay, good.

We'll start with one and I'll bring raw materials for more. How frightening is your kitchenette?

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To: [Lorna]
From: [Jim]

Do you mean in terms of it being unstocked, or unclean?

. . . actually the answer is "very" for both, so never mind.

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To: [Jim]
From: [Lorna]

Right, cleaning supplies and a team of friendly, singing rodents, it is.