Chris had been all but numb when she had written the letters, as soon as she had awoken from her drug induced slumber. She wasn't sure what information might have filtered through the Ton's grapevine to her family - if they had heard anything at all. When she had sat down at the desk she had found the half attempted scrawls, illegible, incoherent, scribbles that she had clearly begun before the calming draft was pressed upon her.
She would speak with Victor soon, she couldn't put it off much longer.
Ozy
Please come to the Daphnels, Victor is dead. He fell from the second story of the Flint's home. He is here not too.
Christabel.
She read and re read the brief note - what else could she possible say. She gave them to the owls, and the one to her mother.
Ozymandias Dempsey
She would speak with Victor soon, she couldn't put it off much longer.
Ozy
Please come to the Daphnels, Victor is dead. He fell from the second story of the Flint's home. He is here not too.
Christabel.
She read and re read the brief note - what else could she possible say. She gave them to the owls, and the one to her mother.
Ozymandias Dempsey
I am my mother's savage daughter, The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones
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I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory
I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory
