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You won't tell anyone, right ,Puffpuff? I guess you don't like that name. I thought it was cute, though... Puffpuff. So that's a no, huh?

like why is the park locked after 5pm so I can't go and sit under a tree after work? to punish rough sleepers for the terrible crime of being homeless and alive

why do I have to buy a drink, beg for a code and fuck around with an awkward keypad for 5 minutes in order to take a piss? because fuck homeless people

why do I need to provide proof of address and photo ID to do everything? because we had to create a really hostile environment for migrants

why can't you sit anywhere? well because god forbid people sleep when they're pushed out of shelter. can't risk that.

Griffin: That was the last conversation you ever had with your sister.

When someone leaves your life, those exits are not made equal. Some are beautiful, and poetic, and satisfying. Others are… abrupt and unfair. But most are just… unremarkable. Unintentional. Clumsy. Where Lup went, she didn’t intend to end up there, and she certainly didn’t intend to spend as much time away as she did. And we’ll talk more on that later. But from your perspective? Lup was there, and then the next day she wasn’t. And you all searched for her- Barry tirelessly, painfully so- but she was nowhere to be found. And all you had to go on was a note that she left behind on the kitchen table. And its two word message offered no clues to her whereabouts, but simply a promise that was left unfulfilled: