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Luke fon Fabre
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Date:
2025-08-14 08:53 pm (UTC)
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Really?
[He sounds unsure.]
I mean, Ash I get—-guy’s an asshole—but you seem pretty strait-laced. It’s hard to imagine you causing trouble.
[Luke you have no idea.]
I didn’t even know it was him. I mean, I could tell we looked alike, but I’d never met him before. But my brother could tell.
[He doesn’t want to think about it, but he can’t
stop.
When he closes his eyes he’s still there, gun pointed at his face.]
I didn’t want to kill him, I just wanted to live. He had a gun pointed straight at me. I keep wishing I could take it back.
And now I’m not sure, like, he came out of the board game so maybe he wasn’t even real? But what if next time it’s someone who
is
real.
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Date: 2025-08-14 08:53 pm (UTC)[He sounds unsure.]
I mean, Ash I get—-guy’s an asshole—but you seem pretty strait-laced. It’s hard to imagine you causing trouble.
[Luke you have no idea.]
I didn’t even know it was him. I mean, I could tell we looked alike, but I’d never met him before. But my brother could tell.
[He doesn’t want to think about it, but he can’t stop. When he closes his eyes he’s still there, gun pointed at his face.]
I didn’t want to kill him, I just wanted to live. He had a gun pointed straight at me. I keep wishing I could take it back.
And now I’m not sure, like, he came out of the board game so maybe he wasn’t even real? But what if next time it’s someone who is real.