Dear My Friends

[roxy]

You know when folks tell you back your shit up, and you say, 'yeah, yeah, sure I will--tomorrow.' Well, tomorrow never comes, or rather it comes when you least expect it. All my shit is looooooost. I cry bitter fucking tears, my friends.

This sucks. Oh well. What are you gonna do, hah? Stiff upper lip, my dears.

Say, Bobby's on The Mentalist! I missed all of it, pooh!

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*nods* There's a place not far from Mr. R's job. They say they might be able to recover some files, for a price that frankly makes me gag, but then again, I'm awfully poor.