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      iv.  dylan is the only other person lula’s told about her life before the horsemen + all the...  admittedly mediocre ‘hat out of a rabbit’ street magic.

     so i was going to kind of ~announce~ this later tonight but apparently we’re leaving in an hour or so,  so:  i’m going to go to california for a week.  i’ll have internet and all of that but i’ll be with family so…  being on here most likely won’t be my first priority  (  i might even leave my usb w/ my icons at home so it doesn’t get lost,  idk  ).  if you guys ever end up needing me tho i’ll mostly keep my laptop open for skype  (  as usual,  tell me who you are  )  and i’ll be sort of lurking.

     iv.  they text pretty often.  nothing too in depth,  just a bunch of random pictures and things that happened that day.  (  ex.  ‘merritt was practicing cards again and flew one straight into jacks eye’  )

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     “don’t!”  the idea  itself  is horrifying         she’s not interesting in hearing  anything  more about merritt’s...  old,  moist  adventures.  “that  isn’t  what the creators of the word  ‘dank’  had in mind,  i’m sure.”  and not what she had in mind when she brought up  memes.  “let’s find something else.  i think i saw a mexican frog the other day.”

     “... hm.  okay,  i’m gonna  walk out  that door,  wait a couple minutes,  and i’m gonna come back in and pretend i  didn’t see  that.”

     “      - okay,  that hardly seems fair.”  a slight  indignant  huff,  lips turning down in an exaggerated frown.  “this little mushroom guy is the worst character ever!”

     my attention,  for the time being,  has been sort of diverted back to mae and bree.  i’ll be back on lula soon enough i’m sure,  but now i have too much muse for those two to really ignore em.

      “...”  has a joke ever made someone want to die?  that’s what she’s feeling right now.  “yeah?  hang on a sec         i need to  throw up  real quick.”