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Camille Preaker ([personal profile] scrapdraught) wrote in [personal profile] rimet 2024-06-21 01:59 pm (UTC)

[The implication takes a second to sink in. Camille looks their resident good boy over with a sinking heart.

Cold as the grave.]


Christ, Pickles, what did they do to you? [Her lips press thin. She touches his neck gently. Is the translator still there?] Can you talk?

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