zag/crow🩸

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Hello friends, I am your friend Alaa, who lost her husband in the war. I gave birth to my daughter, Fatoum, without her ever seeing her father.

We are going through a very difficult humanitarian situation.

My campaign is extremely weak, and it is my only source of income for my daughter, Fatoum.

Fatoum is sick because of the cold weather and the lack of proper heating.

We are suffering greatly from all conditions. Our tent is very poor and not suitable for living.Everything here is hard to find. There is no source of income, no money, and my daughter is very ill.

Please help me.😭🙏🙏

This is a humanitarian case, and no matter how small your donation is, it will help me provide a dignified life for my daughter.

Robby comes back early, he can't bring himself to do it, nor does he really relax at all since he didn't even want to make this trip and he just wanted to die, but he can't even do that.

It's a month in, and they're having a Whitsantos day, watching shit tv and gossiping while doing skincare and eating junk food, sprawled on the couch, when Robby opens the door. They both look over the back of the couch, Trinity waves with a "oh you actually came back alive" (she'll cry of relief later) and Dennis is scrambling to try and explain but Robby is just hit with such infatuation for these two idiots. He couldn't go with his plans but here are Dennis, the intern he is head over heels for, and Trinity, almost a mini him, living in his space, and suddeny home is a much lively place.

Trinity doesn´t think she´ll ever get used to her bosses hanging out at their apartment, but then again considering how often Garcia comes over, she doesn´t really have any room to complain.

So when she spots Jack Abbot fumbling around with her coffee machine, she plans on saying nothing. But then he turns around and a laugh bursts out of her chest.

The man is wearing a neon green shirt with "Brat" written on the front in bold lettering. She stares at it, the visual of her attending wearing Charli XCX merch too ridiculous to comprehend.

"S´there a problem?" he asks, too groggy for socially competent conversation.

"Uh- well.." an idea pops into her head.

Fuck, she can´t miss this opportunity. Abbot once lambasted her for wearing a vintage band shirt she couldn´t name five songs of, muttering something about the youth like the old man he is. So she takes it.

"Well, can you name 5 Charli songs, Dr. Abbot?" she grins mockingly.