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Tory’s halfway through a bottle of cheap wine when she sends a text she probably shouldn’t.
do yuo everthink maybe one of us wa supposed to be yhe one who died?
It isn’t her finest moment.
She wasn’t really expecting a response, and definitely not a quick one.
Everything OK??
She types without thinking:
im drunk
He responds:
Go to bed kid
She types:
he saw smth in kwon
just like us
She isn’t sure how to explain that sometimes she dreams of a faceless corpse on the mat: John Kreese’s champion:
Im drunk too
Maybe she doesn’t need to.