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[prideinbattle]

[phone]

[Those cookies sure were good, maybe a little too good. Now Hiling has a tummy ache. Determined not to suffer in silence, she picks up the phone. Surely somebody would be sympathetic. She groans loudly, making sure everyone knows how she feels.]

I guess this is it. It's too late for me. I just wanted to say good bye because I know you'll all miss me. If you'd like to leave a gift or make a donation in my name, I live at 748 Partridge. Well, it was nice knowing you all...

[748 Partridge Drive]

[Hiling languishes on the couch, having decided to stay home from school today. Boxes of cookies litter the floor around her. The blanket is pulled up to her neck and her whines can be heard throughout the house. Somebody pay attention to her.]

Comments

phone

[acuity]

Did... did something happen? Hello??

[prideinbattle]

Hey, you sold me those cookies, right? Are you sure there wasn't something in them?

[acuity]

I did--Miss Care, right? They should just be ordinary cookies...

[prideinbattle]

Well maybe it was the milk then.

[acuity]

... It might be. You're definitely not supposed to drink that!

[prideinbattle]

I thought it was the regular kind.

[acuity]

It wasn't from the milkman?

[prideinbattle]

I don't know. My mom gave it to me. [Can't trust those drones!]

[acuity]

You have to be careful about the milk in this town. I'd recommend avoiding it unless you can make sure it's safe.

[prideinbattle]

I think I'll stick to water from now on.

[acuity]

That's a good idea. I hope you'll feel better soon!

[prideinbattle]

At least I get an excuse to miss school.