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inbox, overflow, whatever, doodily

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[remeltindtdrinc]

[ Look, is she a quarter way into her third glass of shiraz? Maybe. But she supposes that they would have to have some kind of actual conversation about this, at some point or another. They have the same employer, technically — eventually Crystal Mountain is going to want another album, and Knubbler's dead. The world might have almost ended, but the music industry will live on like a cockroach after a nuke. If there's a single person left who can hum, record label fat cats will sprout from the ground to take an 80% cut.

(Abigail already has four different response emails drafted to say she can't work with Dethklok again.)

Via unsolicited text messages seems like as good a way to get their thoughts out as any other. ]

But I'm the one who started it, and I'm sorry for that. It's why I have a rule about coworkers in the first place, and I broke my own rule. Not you.

Everything was just
a lot. All at once.
From the bottom of the ocean right up through
everything else.

[ The small parts she can remember, the scars that still litter her body.
She knows she sent mixed messages, but she also knows now that they were all under pressure they didn't even realize was happening. ]

Things were weird. Life's been weird for the past however many months. So how about

we can both be Syracuse.
And we can accept each other's Albanys.
So we're square.

[ That will have to do because she can only think of about three other cities in upstate New York. ]

You're a good person, Nathan. Sometimes it's just the circumstances that are bad.