[click] [quiet crying] “uh. hello?” “shit- fuck” “what, what is i- oh. shit kid” [click]

[click] “what the fuck are you doing???” “moving the body. duh” “w-why??????” “to get it out of the road. go comfort the kid, asshole” “a- I’m the asshole??” “yeah. no go, shoo” [click]

[click] [crying. someone approaching and sitting down] “uh.. hey. it’s okay. it was an accident, yeah? and arke has it taken care of.. unnervingly well” [more crying] “but I- I-“ “it’s fine. it was an accident and a mistake. you. seem like a good kid” [click]

its fine. taken care of.. it shouldnt be but. not like im going to argue. its over

[click] “but.. but what am I gonna say when they ask me where I was?” “does your mom know you left the house?” “I dunno... probably” “okay.. then.. then. we can say you were out with me and bodin” “hey, no. I’m already /way/ too involved in this” +

okay. okay

//recycling<\3

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