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“M’ so sorry.”

“Wyatt... “

“Um, Will’s pregnant.”

“Holy shit, for real?”

“You doing okay?”

“Chip?”

“Y’ look like y’ve seen a ghost, baby.”

“Tha’s because I killed y’, y’ sick bastard.”

“I guess so,  I mean... Kip’s jus’ fine, Ol’s easy t’ get along with, Dolt is... nice.”

“As always. I need t’ tell y’ somethin’, Y’ about the only person I can tell right now, an’ I think y’ the right one… y’ can help her.”

“Shh.”

“Wha’ the fuck?”

“How are you, Dakota?”

“Hungry, slightly wasted... good though, How are y’, Krysz?”

“How about less mocking and more not dying. We got a plan?”

“Yeah, I’m good with wolves. Bit y’ anxiety is makin’ me ache, move.”

♞— “Are you okay?”

“Peachy, mama.”

“Somethin’ goin’ on?”

“I jus’ ate a whole pizza... now there ain’t anymore food up here.”

“Why so down, baby?”

“Mason... No.”

“Kota? Y’ doin’ alright, darlin’?”

“Good, as always.”