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- Texts: large perishable delivery
- Texts: like a pog kind of
- Texts: like an evil snow globe
- Texts: luna showed me the video
- Texts: magical rules lawyers
- Texts: make me a girl who doesn't put her foot in her mouth!
- Texts: my brother's life and a vodka and tonic
- Texts: naruplush.png
- Texts: need you lead with mocking laughter
- Texts: no way to sugar coat this
- Texts: not a cactus
- Texts: not fakey nice
- Texts: not interested in being a widow
- Texts: notifications silenced
- Texts: oh, joy, i've discovered a new layer of mad
- Texts: ok i thought of a con
- Texts: oldora vs newdora
- Texts: omg don't leave me on read
- Texts: omg ok i'll put hinoiri on hold in person
- Texts: p sure my employment with the school does not extend beyond death
- Texts: post-separation fortifications
- Texts: presumably it still shoots souls out
- Texts: promise me you'll abide by that
- Texts: rawdogging existence
- Texts: really glad none of you would be doing felonies
- Texts: she's very cat
- Texts: she calls him riventon-sensei
- Texts: she won't say anything
- Texts: siiigh i know youre right
- Texts: single week in this world where we are not PLAGUED by CHAOS
- Texts: so you can cook?
- Texts: still alive
- Texts: sugata-san
- Texts: sunshine in your heart. also pings
- Texts: switzerland
- Texts: technically i only agreed not to get set on fire
- Texts: the better surprise planned
- Texts: the knife is very happy
- Texts: the truth can still be wrong
- Texts: the tutor thing sounded fake
- Texts: the why of 'fire ants in your soul'
- Texts: they keep not staying dead
- Texts: um, in front of her
- Texts: very very public freak out
- Texts: wait what
- Texts: want to hear gossip?
- Texts: we'll all hate it
- Texts: we can avoid an apocalypse for a long weekend
- Texts: we should get married this summer
- Texts: we were trouble
