text, forward-dated to sometime tomorrow

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Haymitch Abernathy's gone home. For anyone who cares.

[Not that a lot of people knew him, but still, they should know. Someone besides her should care, she thinks. She refuses to add more to that message, though.]

Comments

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Where should we meet?

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Do you know where my place is?

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No. Where is it?

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[She will just be sending along her address, then.]

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Cool. I'll be over later.