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[theotherright]

Cabin 127. No calls, we text like men on our disney cruise phones.

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[theotherright]

[ Arthur nods, grateful to be going as a duo rather than alone. For whatever it's worth.

He scrubs his hands, one after the other, on his already-ruined trousers, and dried blood flakes to the floor. The smell is in his clothes. He observes this with a strange detachment, and the flicker of a nervous smile. Quietly: ]

Just like old times.

...Let- let's go.