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¡FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS, BRAD!

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Very, very happy birthday to my long-distance bestie. Wish I could celebrate with you and give you a big hug, but know that even though we are miles and miles apart, you are in my heart and on my mind always.

Hope you have the most wonderful day. You're the MVP, sweet man 😉😉😁. Te quiero mucho 💕🤗💕

(☝🏻☝🏻 another reason for me wanting to be near 😜😜😘😘)

THANK YOU PATRI! YOU ARE THE BEST LONG DISTANCE FRIEND EVER!!!!

If you need me, I'll just be chilling out max and relaxing all cool eating fries off my belly like Homer.

¡FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS!

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Wishing you the happiest of birthdays, because you're a very especial person (it may sound cliché but in your case it's nothing but the absolute truth). So here I am, to celebrate and cherish and thank you for all the light and joy you bring into my life. Have an amazing day, Brad. Love you, sweet man 🤗💕💕😘😘

THANK YOU PATRI!!!

I hope I can live up to your amazingly kind words. You are the best and I'm very happy to have you! Love you! ❤️❤️❤️

Chapter 7 - the moment is eating us whole

"What the hell are you laughing at?" Ramsay asks.

"You left me in here," Jon says weakly, voice gravely from lack of use. He swallows thickly, his eyes flitting between the Bolton men. Sansa notes that they never come to rest on her. "You dragged me in here. And you left me."

Ramsay snorts. "And that's funny? Are we supposed to feel sorry for you?"

Roose shoots him a glare, shushing him.

"No, you don't understand," Jon shakes his head, breathing heavily through his nose. "You brought me in here. Then you left me alone—I don't know how long—while you went out to find Sansa."

It's like a trainwreck happening in slow motion, but she can't look away. Sansa hangs on every word, like Jon's about to reveal the secret of the universe.

Roose interrupts. "Get to the punchline. The clock is ticking."

A ghost of a smile plays on Jon's lips. "Listen. You brought me in here. Then you left me alone. In the kitchen… by myself… with the phone. Right. There."

Jon jerks his thumb over his shoulder. Sansa follows the movement, noticing for the first time that an old corded telephone hangs on the wall directly behind him—the yellowed white plastic sticky with blood.

"Funny, right?" Jon finishes with a cough.

Chapter 6 - lungs all collapsing

Scanning the wall, Sansa takes in the available stock. Pickings are slim, and unfortunately, there's not a lot of top-notch weapon material here.

"That chainsaw would be nice," she mutters, eying what would undoubtedly be a deadly machine. "But why stop there? Gimme a flamethrower and a bazooka while we're at it."

Rationalizing that all those weapons were either too unwieldy or otherwise unattainable, Sansa settles on a hammer and a hatchet instead. She slips the former into her jacket and holds the latter tight in her fist.

"First things first. Find a car. Secure the keys. Grab Jon. Get the hell out of here. And kill anyone who tries to stop me."

Chapter 5 - no, i'm scared

Sansa shuffles quickly into the barn, panting heavily. She needs a place to hide and collect her thoughts. She doesn't know you what to do. They're onto her, and she knows the barn won't be safe for long. She needs to move on and make a new plan.

She ventures deeper inside, passing by empty animal stalls, eyes examining the tools on the wall. She needs a new weapon. One of them can replace her needles.

Something catches her eye in the last stall and makes Sansa stop dead in her tracks. She claps her hands over her mouth to stop herself from screaming

🎉¡SORPRESA!🎉

¡FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS, BRAD!🥳🥳. I may be a bit MIA lately but never doubt that I love you and wish you nothing but the best today and always. Keep shining as bright as the (great amount of) candles on your cake 😉😁. Have a great birthday, sweet man 🤗💕😘💕😘💕😘

Great amount of these too 😜😜. Love ya! 😘