They're all from.. Kathrine. /Hey, sis./ /Not actually sure what to say, sorry./ /This is...well, not even Kathrine legally anymore. It's Keith./ /Uh...my street name is W Sweetfield, I live in the blueish gray house with the red door and a green, white, and blue flag out front./ /.../ /Just don/ /Oh sorry, hit send by accident. But please don't tell dad. You can come over anytime you need to./ Tears are welling up in my eyes by now. I text her- him?? back quickly, and say, /Hey. I just really need to see you soon. I thought you were freaking dead, never do that again./ I quickly go to texting Pebble and Luka, we made a chatspace. I'm still really, /really/ distracted by the idea of talking to Kathrine again. I'm going over there on the weekend. Dad'll be away for half of saturday and the whole of sunday besides night, with his stupid booze and other women than Mom. I still don't know why she hasn't totally left him.
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