...

gavin is gone.

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Oh hell. Janie, I'm sorry, I really am. I need to tend to something in town, and now I want to run a sweep to see if anyone else is gone, but you're having dinner with me tonight, okay?

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okay

 - ...

Wait, WHAT?

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he's gone. i woke up and he isn't here anymore. his things are gone. they took him.

 - ...

Oh. OH. Janie, I'm so sorry. That's not even...

Crap.

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my suggestion is not to get too attached to anyone, Owen. this sucks.

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If you want me to come around, I can be there. Even if you just need someone t'throw shit at.

 - ...

I'm sorry, Janie... If you need anything, if there's anything I can do...

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start gearing up for the end. at least when the last dregs of us are left here, we'll be somewhat prepared.

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Fuck.

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i suppose it was stupid to think that the switcheroo bullshit was actually over.

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Yeah. I guess the bastards got us.