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Post by Darrien "Dare" Silvera on May 21, 2015 18:14:38 GMT -8
Dare was having an off night in the terms that her own Spidey-senses kept pestering her by flaring up. Maybe it was just she needed a Snickers or maybe the weed she smoked wasn't that great, who knew where the slight paranoia comes from on occasion. Sure, it was classified as Chronic Anxiety Disorder but... hey, details, right? So, when in doubt? Family. Grabbing her phone, she dialed Mars and got his voicemail which she left a message:
Hey bro. Checking in, all's semi-well, just worried about you guys. If anything changes on anything, please call or text me right off. Keep me informed of what's going on there, okay? Let me know too if anything new goes down with L.J. Miss you guys and will be home soon. Give Lana my love and love ya bro.
Hanging up, she did send a text with her exact GPS coordinates and the words Test Run beside them. Mars would clearly see Dare was starting to get a bit more nervous than she was trying to let on.
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