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probably 3/17 or 18 whatever is clever

[oorah]

[ a small box of items will be found on beverly's bed whenever she comes inside. a new jumpsuit in her size is among the items as well as a gray knit jacket with a hood and big buttons and navy colored cloth shoes. there's a crumpled pack of cigarettes too with 6 still inside. they might be a little stale, but they're in decent enough shape. there's a hand written note that just says: ] - Micro + Hotdog

I YELPED!!!

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[ the first thing bev thinks, when she sees the box on the bed, is bill. more of bill's things, from his room, or - well, no, that's not very logical. the thought dissipates as soon as she touches it, because it's real and bill, wherever he is, he's not here. what's inside causes a startled smile, like good news is something she's unused to. the new jumpsuit is awesome, the color looks incredible and it seems like it'll actually fit her. she's been missing her boots like crazy, so the shoes too are a welcome change from whatever she's been stuck with normally. she'll start to change immediately, only noticing the pack of cigarettes as it tumbles free of her new coat.

o blessed nicotine. hallowed be thy name. there's a moment where she doesn't know how to thank him. she could visit, but - she doesn't actually know where he lives. so she falls back to texting, which doesn't seem appropriate but she'll get used to it quickly enough, not realizing a modern teen her age would text and not think twice about it. ]

thanks, mayor

yes good

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[ frank isn't good at texting, and he's even worse at accepting gratitude. the response comes almost a day later than her message, and it's super predictably lame. ]

sure 👌