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[ibiza]

You have reached High King Margo of House Hanson please leave a message and don't mumble.

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Text @ SuprNerd

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I found Eliot. He's alive.

Can I have a few days off from work? I'll make it up to you, but I really need this, Margo.

Text @ SuprNerd

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PS. Does the shop sell painkillers? Topical ones?

[ibiza]

I saw. This place is utterly fucked up.

Take as long as you need. I'll count it as sick leave with pay. The shop does sell what you're looking for. I can bring it over, if you want?

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Could you? I don't want to leave him the apartment.

[ibiza]

Do you want dinner, too? I can't cook for shit, but I can pick up some tacos or a pizza for you guys. Maybe some soup for El. Comfort food.

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Pizza. Makes it meat-lovers deluxe and I'll find a way to pay you back once I figure out where our money went.

[ibiza]

No way. You're a friend. This one's on me.

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Thanks, Margo

[ibiza]

It's fine, Q. Just promise me you'll tell me if you need anything else, okay? More time off, medicine, food, someone to watch over El while you take a breath, etc.