send me a postcard, drop me a line

[lazyinlove]

"You've got Stan. Check the number and dial again."

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text; forward dated like a day

[khajidont]

[...because it's been about a month, and he feels like he ought to do some sort of follow-through.]

Hey it's Jaime.

[Pronounced with an h-sound, by the way, so depending on Stanley's familiarity with names it may seem like he doesn't know the guy.]

Just thought I'd check up on your whole shelter-and-shoes situation. Did you end up with a place to stay at or what?

[lazyinlove]

[It's cool, he has some friends with unusual (to him) names, so it doesn't take him more than a few seconds to connect those dots. He remembers Jaime alright.]

yeah I'm good. How's it going

[khajidont]

Good.

and not bad, looking like everyone actually has places to live now, so. That's a good thing

[lazyinlove]

yeah it sucked at first huh

[Actually, it still sucks but whatever. Complaining isn't even worth the effort anymore.]

[khajidont]

Yeah.

In theory I mean. We didn't actually have a problem with rooming cuz my roomie has crazy puppydog eye skills.

[lazyinlove]

seriously?

[khajidont]

Seriously. She must be magic or something.

[...not actually outside of the realm of possibility hereabouts.]

She had our place ready by the time I got here. Where did you end up?

[lazyinlove]

there's this farm on the outside of town to the east.

[khajidont]

You work there now?

[lazyinlove]

yeah

[khajidont]

Nice job. Half the people here haven't managed to find jobs.

Or haven't been looking.

[lazyinlove]

Actually that was the easy part. Finding somewhere to live is way harder.]

[khajidont]

Sounds like you got both in one. Sucks that it's so far away though. They feeding you okay over there?

[lazyinlove]

Dude I'm not livestock.