[she nods firmly. places whatever she was working on down on the desk. easily one-hand vaults the desk. briskly crosses the atrium, sensible heels clicking on the uncarpeted floor. exits onto the deck. places both hands on the railing. and throws herself into the sea.]
[ Crabb watches all of this with the kind of dumbfoundedness that stops her from doing a damn thing about it as she just assumes, hopes, that Friday is about to do just about anything but that, AND THEN— ]
—what the fuck? Friday?!
[ Yeah uh she's at least gonna run over to check of she can see her though she's got a bad feeling. Of course she has a bad feeling. ]
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...ah? That mean somethin', uh— bad?
[ Look she's still playing dumb here. ]
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2/2 tw: suicide
[she nods firmly. places whatever she was working on down on the desk. easily one-hand vaults the desk. briskly crosses the atrium, sensible heels clicking on the uncarpeted floor. exits onto the deck. places both hands on the railing. and throws herself into the sea.]
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[ Crabb watches all of this with the kind of dumbfoundedness that stops her from doing a damn thing about it as she just assumes, hopes, that Friday is about to do just about anything but that, AND THEN— ]
—what the fuck? Friday?!
[ Yeah uh she's at least gonna run over to check of she can see her though she's got a bad feeling. Of course she has a bad feeling. ]
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[ Well Crabb doesn't know what that means but I do. SORRY FRIDAY.
Now what the Hell does she do... except maybe check back the next day but??? ]